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My Hoggie/My Hoagie
By Robert Burns and the EastWestern University Dada Cluster

The EastWestern University Dada Cluster is a society dedicated to using Microsoft Office®'s built-in dictionary and grammar checkers to correct works of literature. It has also been charged with using Babelfish to translate works of literature into foreign languages and back again.

My Hoagie [Corrected]

What will I do gin my Hoagie die?
My joy, my pride, my Hoagie!
My only beast, I had name mea,
And vow but I was vogue!
The lee-Lang night we watch’s the fault,
Me and my faithful' doggie;
We heard notch but the roaring limn,
Among the braes sea scraggier.

But the hauled cry’s frau the castle way',
The blotter fare the bogie;
The told replies upon the hill,
I trembled for my Hoagie.
When day did dawn, and cocks did craw,
The morning it was foggier;
An undo tyke, lap o'er the dyke,
And moist has kills my Hoagie!

My Hoggie [Original]

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!