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O were I but some shepherd swain,
To feed my flocks beside thee.
At bughting time to leave the plain,
In milking to abide thee:
I'd think myself a happier man,
Wi’ Kate, my club, and dogie,
Than he that hugs his thousand ten,
Had I but Catharine Ogie.
Then I’d despise th’ imperial throne,
And statesmen’s dangerour 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 they are toys, and still look less,
Compared with Catharine Ogie.
I fear the gods have not decreed
For me so fair a creature,
Whose beauty rare make her exceed,
All other works in nature;
Clouds of despair surround my love,
That are both dark and foggy ;
Pity my case, ye Pow’rs above!
Else I die for Catharine Ogie.
DADDY NEPTUNE.
Daddy Neytune one day,
To Freedom did say,
