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 I‘d be no king I’d wear no crown, I‘d smile at conq’ring 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 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 in nature. Clouds of despair surround my love, That are both dark and foggy; Pity my cause, ye Pow’rs above, Else I die for Katharine Ogie.

 

HE yellow-hair‘d laddie, sat down on yon brae, Cries, Milk your ewes lassie, let none of them gae, And ay she milked, and ay she sang, The yellow hair’d laddie, shall be my gudeman. And ay she milked, &c.