Teh (sic) prisoner's welcome/Katharine Ogie

For other versions of this work, see Kath'rine Ogie.

Katharine Ogie,

AS walking forth to view the plain,
Upon a morning early,
While May’s sweet scent did chear my brain
From flow’rs which grew so rarely;
I chanc’d to meet a pretty maid,
She shin’d though it was foggy:
I ask’d her name; Sweet Sir, she said,
My name is Katharine Ogie.

I stood a while, and did admire,
To see a nymph so stately;

So brisk an air there did appear,
In a country-maid so neatly;
Such nat’ral sweetness she display’d,
Like a lilie in a boggie;
Diana's self was ne‘er array‘d;
Like this same Katharine Ogie.

Thou flower 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,
Far excels my 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 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 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 foggy;
Pity my cause, ye Pow’rs above,
Else I die for Katharine Ogie.