Katharine Ogie, pp.72-73.

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AS walking forth to view the plain, 

Upon a morning early, 

While May’s sweet scent did chear my brain, 

From flowers which grow so rarely: 

I chanc’d to meet a pretty maid, 

She shin’d tho’ it was fogie; 

I ask’d her name: sweer sir, she said, 

My name is Katharine Ogie


I stood a while and did admire, 

To see a nymph so stately; 

So brisk an air there did appear 

In a country maid so neatly: 

Such natural sweetness she display’d, 

Like a lillie in a bogie; 

Diana’s self was ne’er array’d 

Like this same Katharine Ogie


Thou flower of females, beauty’s Queen, 

Who sees thee, sure must prize thee; 

Tho’ thou art drest in robes but mean, 

Yet these cannot disguise thee: 

Thy handsome air, and graceful look, 

Far excels any clownish rogie; 

Thour’t match for laird or lord, or duke, 

My charming Katharine Ogie


O were I but some shepherd swain! 

To feed my flock beside thee, 

At boughting-time to leave the plain, 

In milking to abide thee; 

I’d think myself a happier man, 

With Kate, my club, and dogie, 

Than he that hugs his thousands ten, 

Had I but Katharine Ogie


Then I’d despise th’ imperial throne, 

And statesmens dangerous stations: 

I’d be no king, I’d wear no crown, 

I’d smile at conquering nations: 

Might I caress and Still possess 

This lass, of whom I’m vogie; 

For these are toys and still look less, 

Compar’d with Katharine Ogie


But I fear the gods have not decreed 

For me so fine a creature, 

Whose beauty rare makes her exceed 

All other works in nature. 

Clouds of despair surround my love, 

That are both dark and fogie: 

Pity my case ye powers above, 

Else I die for Katharine Ogie

Authors Unknown.

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