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 O were I but some shepherd swain,

To feed my flocks beside thee.

At bughtingboughting [sic] 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 thousand ten,

Had I but Catharine Ogie.

Then I’d despise th’ imperial throne,

And statesmen’s dangerourdangerous [sic] 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,

Compared with Catharine Ogie.

I fear the gods have not decreed

For me so fair a creature,

Whose beauty rare make her exceed,

All other works in nature;

Clouds of despair surround my love,

That are both dark and foggy ;

Pity my case, ye Pow’rs above!

Else I die for Catharine Ogie.



NeytuneNeptune [sic] one day,

To Freedom did say,

If ever I live upon dry land,