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 6 At bughting-time to leave the plain, In milking to abide thee; I'd think myself a happier man, Wi' Kate, my club, and doggie, Than he that hugs his thousands ten, Had I but Kathrine Ogie. Then I'd despise the imperial throne, And statesmen's dang'rous stations: P'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 Kathrine Ogie. I fear the gods have not decreed For me so fine a creature, Whose beauty rare makes her exceed All other works of nature: Clouds of despair surround my love, That are both dark and foggie; Pity my case, ye powers above, I die for Kath'rine Ogie.

YON BURN SIDE. We'll meet beside the dusky glen, on yon burn side, Whar the bushes form a cozie den, on yon barn side Thor the broomy knowes be green,