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Thou How'r of females, beauty's queen,
Who sees thee sure must prize thee ;
Though thou art drest in robes but mean.
Yet these cannot disguise thee :
Thy handsome air and graceful look,
Excels each clownish rogie ;
Thou'rt match for laird, or lord, or duke.
My charming Kath'rine Ogie.
! were I but some 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,
Wi' Kate, my club, and dogie,
Than he that hugs his thousands ten,
Had I but Kath'rine 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 conquering nations,
Might I caress, and still possess
This lass of whom I'm vogie ;
For they are toys, and still look less,
Compar'd with Kath'rine Ogie.
1 fear the gods have not decreed
For me so fine a creature,