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Thou flow'r of females, beauty's queen,
who sees thee, sure must prize thee;
Tho' thou art dress'd in robes but mean,
yet these can not disguise thee:
Thy handsome air, and graceful look,
far excells thy clownish rogie;
Thou'rt match for laird, or lord, or duke,
my charming Katherine Ogie.

O were but I a shepherd swain,
to feed my flock beside thee;
At bughting 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 Katherine Ogie.

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 conq'ring nations,
Might I caress, and still possess
this lass, of whom I'm vogie;
For these are toys, and full look less;
compar'd with Katherine Ogie.

But I fear it has not been decreed
for me so fine a creature,
Whose beauty rare makes her exceed
all other works in nature.