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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 tho' it was foggie;

I asked her name. Sweet Sir, she said,

My name is Catharine Ogie.

I stood awhile, 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 lilies in a bogie,

Diana’s self was ne'er array’d,

Like this same Catharine Ogie.

Thou flow'r 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

Excel each clownish rogie,

Thou’rt match for laird, or lord, or duke,

My charming Catharine Ogie.