Burns Night

Our traditional Burns Supper - Haggis, Neeps and Tatties, to celebrate the birth of Robert Burns (1759-1796).

Many Scottish schools run a Burns Competition, and all the children have to learn a poem and recite it. #2 became very proficient in the recitation of "My Hoggie" when in Primary 4. It has become a bit of feature in our family ever since, often misquoted and amended.

My Hoggie
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!

I think a hoggie is a pet lamb.

See entry from a year ago for my favourite Burns' Poem.