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 admire to see a nymph so stately! So brisk an air there did appear in a country-maid so neatly! Such natural sweetness she display'd, like a lily in a bogie, Diana's self was ne'er array'd like 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 possess this 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 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 foggie: Pity my life, my lovely dove, or I'll die for you, Katherine Ogie.
