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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 though it was fogie:

I asked her name; sweet Sir, she said,

My name is Kath'rine 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 nat'ral sweetness she displayed,

Like lilies in a bogie;

Diana's self was ne'er arrayed

Like this same Kath'rine Ogie.

Thou flow'r of females, beauty's queen,

Who sees thee sure must prize thee;

Though thou art drest in robes but mean,

Yet these cannot disguise thee:

Thy handsome air, and graceful look,

Excels each clownish rogie;

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

My charming Kath'rine Ogie.