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( 8 ) Thy handſome air, and graceful look, far excels any clowniſh rogie: Thou'rt match for laird, or lord, or duke, my charming Katharine Ogie

O were I but ſome ſhepherd-ſwain! to feed my flock beſide thee, At boughting-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 Katharine Ogie.

Then I'd deſpiſe the imperial throne, and ſtateſmens' dang'rous 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 theſe are toys and ſtill look leſs, compar'd with Katharine Ogie.

But 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, that are both dark and fogie: Pity my caſe, ye powers above, elſe I die for Katharine Ogie.

Printed by J. & M. Robertſon, Saltmarket, 1799