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MY HOGGIE
I
What will I do gin my hoggie die?My joy, my pride, my hoggie!
My only beast, I had nae mae,
And vow but I was vogie!
The lee-lang night we watched the fauld,
Me and my faithfu' doggie;
We heard nocht but the roaring linn
Amang the braes sae scroggie.
II
But the houlet cry'd frae the castle wa',The blitter frae the boggie,
The tod reply'd upon the hill:
I trembled for my hoggie.
When day did daw, and cocks did craw,
The morning it was foggie,
An unco tyke lap o'er the dyke,
And maist has kill'd my hoggie!
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