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5 Then I’d despise th’ imperial throne,
 * And statesmen’s dangerous 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;

or 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 of nature.

Clouds of despair surround my love,
 * That are both dark and foggy:

Pity my case, ye pow’rs above,
 * Else! die for Katharine Ogie.

Tullochgorum.

COME, gie’s a sang, the lady cry’d
 * And lay your disputes all aside,

What signifies’t for folks to chide
 * For what’s been done before them

Let Whig and Tory all agree,
 * Whig and Tory,
 * Whig and Tory,

Whig and Tory all agree,
 * To drop their whigmegmorum