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CATHRINE 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 shin'd though it was foggie,

I ask'd her name, sweet sir, she said,

My name is Cathrine Ogie.

I stood awhile, and did admire

To see a nymph so stately;

So brisk in air she did appear

In a country maid so neatly;

Such sweetness she display'd;

Like lilies in a bogie,

Diana's self was ne'er array'd

Like this same Kathrine 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:

The hansome air and graceful look

Excell each clownish rogie;

Thou'rt match for laird, or lord, or Duke,

My charming Cathrine Ogie.