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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 frae the castle wa',
The blitter frae the boggie ;
The tod reply'd upon the hill,
I trembled for my Hoggie.
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