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 So brisk an air there did appear, In a country-maid so neatly; Such nat’ral sweetness she display’d, Like a lilie in a boggie; Diana's self was ne‘er array‘d; Like this same Katharine Ogie.

Thou flower of females, Beauty's queen, Who sees thee sure must prize thee; Tho‘ thou art drest in robes but mean, Yet these cannot disguise thee; Thy handsome air and graceful look, Far excels my 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 statesmen’s dangerous stations