Kath'rine Ogie

As walking forth to view the plain,

Upon a morning early,

While May's sweet scent did cheer my brain,

From flowers which grew so rarely,

I chanc'd to meet a pretty maid,

She shin'd tho' it was foggie:

I ask'd her name: Kind sir, she said,

My name is Kath'rine 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 nat'ral sweetness she display'd,

Like a lily in a bogie;

Diana's self was ne'er array'd

Like this same Kath'rine Ogie.

Thou flow'r of females, beauty's queen,

Who sees thee sure must prize thee;

Though thou art drest in robes but mean,

Yet these cannot disguise thee;

Thy handsome air and graceful look,

Excels each clownish roguie;

Thou'rt match for laird, or lord, or duke,

My charming Kath'rine Ogie.

O! were I but some shepherd swain,

To feed my flock beside thee;

At buchting-time to leave the plain,

In milking to abide thee.

I'd think myself a happier man,

Wi' Kate, my club, and dogie,

Than he that hugs his thousands ten,

Had I but Kath'rine Ogie.

Then I'd despise th' imperial throne,

And statesmen's dang'rous stations,

I'd be no king, I'd wear no crown,

I'd smile at conqu'ring nations,

Might I caress, and still possess

This lass of whom I'm vogie

For they're but toys, and still look less,

Compar'd with Kath'rine Ogie.

I fear for me is not decreed

So fair, so fine a creature,

Whose beauty rare makes her exceed

All other works of nature.

Clouds of despair surround my love,

That are both dark, and foggie;

Pity my case, ye Powers above!

I die for Kath'rine Ogie.