Teh (sic) prisoner's welcome/Katharine Ogie

For other versions of this work, see Kath'rine Ogie.

Katharine Ogie,

As walking forth to view the plain,Upon a morning early,While May's sweet scent did chear my brainFrom flow'rs which grew so rarely;I chanc'd to meet a pretty maid,She shin'd though it was foggy:I ask'd her name; Sweet 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 nat'ral sweetness she display'd,Like a lilie in a boggie;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 my clownish rogie;Thou'rt match for laird, or lord, or dukeMy 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 the imperial throneAnd statesmen's dangerous stations

I'd be no king I'd wear no crown,I'd smile at conq'ring 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 foggy;Pity my cause, ye Pow'rs above,Else I die for Katharine Ogie.