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 howlet 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 killed my Hoggie.
- by Robert Burns (1759 - 1796) [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
- by (Edward) Benjamin Britten (1913 - 1976), "My Hoggie", op. 92 no. 4 (1975), from A Birthday Hansel, no. 4 [ sung text checked 1 time]
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- CZE Czech (Čeština) (Josef Václav Sládek) , "Má beruška"
Researcher for this text: Jean Branch