As walking forth to view the plain,
Upon a morning early,
While May’s sweet scent did cheer my brain,
From flowers which grew so rarely,
I chanced to meet a pretty maid,
She shined though it was foggy,
I asked her name, sweet sir, she said,
My name is Katherine Oggy.
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 natural sweetness she displayed,
Like lillies in a boggy,
Diana’s self was never arrayed,
Like this same Katherine Oggy.
Thou flower of females, Beautys 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,
Far excels a clownish rogy,
Thou art a match for Lord, or duke,
My charming Katherine Oggy.
O! were I but some shepherd swain,
To feed my flock beside thee,
At bugling time to leave the plain,
In milking to abide thee,
I would think myself a happier man,
With Kate, my club, and doggy,
Than he that hugs his thousands ten,
Had I but Katherine Oggy.
Then I would despise the imperial throne,
And statesmen’s dangerous stations,
I would be no king I would wear no crown,
I would smile at conquering nations,
Might I caress, and still possess,
This lass of whom I am voggy,
For they are toys, and still looks less,
Compared with Katherine Oggy.
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 case, ye powers above,
Else I die for Katherine Oggy.