
The speaker anxiously laments that Hoggie, their only beast and chief source of joy and pride, may die. During a long night guarding the sheepfold with a faithful dog, the speaker hears the roaring linn among rough braes, then the cries of an owl, a blitter from the bog, and a fox answering from the hill. Frightened for Hoggie’s safety, the speaker keeps watch until dawn, when, in the foggy morning, a strange dog leaps over the dyke and nearly kills Hoggie.
By Robert Burns · First published 1790 · Genre: Pastoral Poetry, Scottish Vernacular Poetry, Comic Poetry · 170 words
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 watch'd the fauld, / Me and my faithfu' doggie; / We heard nocht but the roaring linn, / Amang the braes sae scroggie.
But the houlet cry'd frau 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!
Scottish pastoral poetry · vernacular Scots · rural life · shepherding · sheepfold · livestock · animal companionship · anxiety · fear of loss · night watch · faithful dog · dawn
My Hoggie is listed on Textopian as a poem by Robert Burns, dated 1790 CE.
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