Willie brew'd a peck o' ma't/Kath'rine Ogie

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 chanced to meet a pretty maid,
she shined though it was foggie:
I asked 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 natural sweetness she displayed,
like lillies in a bogie;
Diana's self was ne'er arrayed
like this same Kath'rine Ogie.

Thou flower 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 rogie,
Thou'rt match for laird, or lord, or duke,
my bonny Kath'rine Ogie.

O were I but some 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,
wi' Kate, my club, and dogie,
Than he that hugs his thousands ten,
had I but Kath'rine Ogie.

Then I'd despise the imperial throne,
and statesmen's dangerous 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 they are toys, and still look less,
compar'd wi' 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 in nature.
Clouds of despair surround my love,
that are both dark and fogie,
Pity my case, ye pow'rs above,
else I die for Kath'rine Ogie.