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KATHERINE OGIE.
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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; Sweet 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 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,
Excels each clownish rogie;
Thou’rt match for laird, or lord, or duke,
My charming Kath'rine Ogie.
(illegible text) were I but some shepherd swain,
(illegible text) feed my flock beside thee;
(illegible text)aughting-time to leave the plain,
