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DAVIDSON'S tJNIVERSAL MELODIST.
MY AIN KIND DEARY,
The Poetry by Robert Burns.
O!
Will ye gang o'er the lee rigg, Mine ain kind dea-ry, 0?And cud -die there sae
kiad-ly wi' me, my kind dea-ry, O? At thor-ny dyke and ber - ken tree, We'll
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daff and ne*er be wea-ry, O ! They'll
Nae herds wi' kent nor colly there,
Shall ever come to fear ye, O !
But lav'rocks, whistling in the air,
Shall woo, like me, their deary, O !
While others herd their lambs and e\\e3
And toil for warld's gear, my jo,
Upon the lee, my pleasure grows,
Wi' you, my kind deary, O !
scug ill seen frae you and me. Mine ain kind dear-y,
When lads at e'en, wi' dancing keen,
Court lasses for their geary, O !
Sic thoughts as these are far frae me,
My ain kind deary, O !
Forethough the night be ne'er so wet,
And I am ne'er so weary, O !
I'll go far o'er the lee rigg,
Wi' thee, my kind deary, O !
O!
KATHERINE OGIE.
Scottish Melody,
walk - ing forth to view the plain, Up - on a mora - ing ear - ly
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I chauc'd to meet a pret-ty maid; She shin' d, though it was
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fog-gy; I ask'd her name; sweet sir, she said, My name is Kathe-rine 0-gie.
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 a lilie in a bogie ;
Diana's self was ne'er array'd
Like this same Katherine Ogie.
Thou flower of females, beauty's queen,
Who sees thee, sure, must prize thee ;
Though thou art dress'd in robes but mean,
Yet these cannot disguise thee :
Thy handsome air and graceful look
Far excel any clownish regie ;
Thou art a match for lord or duke.
My charming Katherine 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 Katherine 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 conquering nations,
Might I caress and still possess
This lass, of whom I'm vorgie ;
For these are toys, and still look less,
Compar'd with Katherine 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 fogie ; —
Pity my case, ye powers above.
Else I die for Katherine Ogie I