As walking forth to view the plain,upon a morning early,While May's sweet scent did chear my brain,from flow'rs 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 Katherine Ogie.
I stood a while, and did admireto see a nymph so stately!So brisk an air there did appearin a country-maid so neatly!Such natural sweetness she display'd,like a lily in a bogie,Diana's self was ne'er array'dlike this same Katherine Qgie.
Thou flow'r of females, beauty's queen,who sees thee, sure must prize thee;Tho' thou art dress'd in robes but mean,yet these can not disguise thee:Thy handsome air, and graceful look,far excells thy clownish rogie;Thou'rt match for laird, or lord, or duke,my charming Katherine Ogie.
O were but I a shepherd swain,to feed my flock beside thee;At bughting 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 Katherine Ogie.
Then I'd despise th'imperial throne,and 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 possessthis lass, of whom I'm vogie;For these are toys, and full look less;compar'd with Katherine Ogie.
But I fear it has not been decreedfor me so fine a creature,Whose beauty rare makes her exceedall other works in nature.Clouds of despair surround my love,that are both dark and foggie:Pity my life, my lovely dove,or I'll die for you, Katherine Ogie.
