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Thy handſome air, and graceful look,
far excels any 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 ſtateſmens' dang'rous ſtations:
I'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 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 fogie:
Pity my caſe, ye powers above,
elſe I die for Katharine Ogie.
Printed by J. & M. Robertſon, Saltmarket, 1799
