What will I do gin my Hoggie die

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 nought 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. 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.


Karen Dunbar
Gary Lewis

Jamie McDougall

About this work

This is a song by Robert Burns. It was written in 1788 and is read here by Karen Dunbar.

More about this song

Burns composed this pastoral song, about a young sheep that has been killed by a fox, for James Johnson's Scots Musical Museum. It was published in 1788.

Pauline Mackay

Themes for this song

nature regret

Selected for 05 November

Glasgow's Mitchell Library is Europe's largest reference library. Its imposing and comprehensively stocked Burns Room is a treasured resource for scholars and enthusiasts alike. This landmark building and much loved institution first placed its many miles of shelving at the public's disposal on November 5th, 1877. It must have been quite a bibliophilic fireworks display for Guy Fawkes Night. Certainly, with many an indispensable book on the Bard now available to consult, there was plenty to remember, remember! You will certainly find today's poem there. Amidst the fog the Bard, always tenderly solicitous towards animals sees his pet lamb perish.

Donny O'Rourke

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