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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 conqu’ring nations:
Might I caress and still possess
This lass of whom I’m vogie;
or 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 of nature.
Clouds of despair surround my love,
That are both dark and foggy:
Pity my case, ye pow’rs above,
Else! die for Katharine Ogie.
Tullochgorum.
COME, gie’s a sang, the lady cry’d
And lay your disputes all aside,
What signifies’t for folks to chide
For what’s been done before them
Let Whig and Tory all agree,
Whig and Tory,
Whig and Tory,
Whig and Tory all agree,
To drop their whigmegmorum
