CATHARINE OGIE
As walking forth to view the plain,
Upon a morning early,
While May’s sweet scent did cheer my brain,
From flowers which grew so rarely:
I chanced to meet a pretty maid,
she shined tho' it was foggie;
I asked her name. Sweet Sir, she said,
My name is Catharine Ogie.
I stood awhile, and did admire
To see a nymph so stately;
So brisk an air there did appear
In a country maid so neatly.
Such natural sweetness she display’d,
Like lilies in a bogie,
Diana’s self was ne'er array’d,
Like this same Catharine Ogie.
Thou flow'r 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
Excel each clownish rogie,
Thou’rt match for laird, or lord, or duke,
My charming Catharine Ogie.
