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At bughting-time to leave the plain,
In milking to abide thee;
I'd think myself a happier man,
Wi' Kate, my club, and doggie,
Than he that hugs his thousands ten,
Had I but Kath'rine Ogie.
In milking to abide thee;
I'd think myself a happier man,
Wi' Kate, my club, and doggie,
Than he that hugs his thousands ten,
Had I but Kath'rine Ogie.
Then I'd despise the imperial throne,
And statesmen's dang'rous 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 Kath'rine Ogie.
And statesmen's dang'rous 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 Kath'rine Ogie.
I fear the gods have not decreed
For me 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.
For me 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.
YON BURN SIDE.
We'll meet beside the dusky glen, on yon burn side,
Whar the bushes form a cozie den, on yon burn side,
Tho' the broomy knowes be green,
Whar the bushes form a cozie den, on yon burn side,
Tho' the broomy knowes be green,
