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3 O were I but some shepherd swain,

To feed my flocks 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 bishis [sic] thousand ten,

Had I but Cathrine Ogie.

Then I'd despise th' imperial throne,

And statemens dangerous stations;

I'd be no king. I'll wear no crown,

I'd smile at conquering nations,

Might I caress and still posess

This lass of whom I'm vogie,

For they are toys, and still look less,

Compar'd with Cathrine 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,

They are both dark and foggie;

Pity my case, ye powers above!

Else I die for Cathrine Ogie.  

THE SPINNING O T.

Now, Sandy, the winter's cauld blasts are awa',

And simmer we're seen the beginning o't;

I've lang been wearied o' frost and o' snaw,

And sair hae I tir'd o' the spinning