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 O! were I but some shepherd swain,

To feed my flock beside thee:

At bughting-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 Kath'rine Ogie.

Then I'd despise th' imperial throne,

And statesmen's dang'rous stations,

I’d be no king, I'd wear no crown,

I'd smile at conqu’ring nations,

Might I caress, and still possess

This lass of whom I'm vogie;

For they are toys, and still look less,

Compared with Kath'rine 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,

That are both dark and foggie;

Pity my case, ye powers above!

Else I die for Kath’rine Ogie.

John Anderson, my jo, John,

When we were first acquent,