Katharine Ogie
Language: English
As walking forth to view the plain, Upon a morning early, While May's sweet scent did cheer my brain, From flowers which grow so rarely; I chanced to meet a pretty maid, She shined, though it was fogie; I asked 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 natural sweetness she displayed, Like a lilie in a bogie, Diana's self was ne'er arrayed Like this same 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 fogie; Pity my case, ye powers above, Else I die for Katharine Ogie!
GLOSSARY
Researcher for this page: Ferdinando Albeggiani
Bogie = bog, marsh
Authorship:
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by (Franz) Joseph Haydn (1732 - 1809), "Katharine Ogie", JHW. XXXII/5 no. 395, Hob. XXXIa no. 220, one of the Scottish Songs for William Whyte arranged by Haydn [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this page: Ferdinando Albeggiani
This text was added to the website: 2012-07-03
Line count: 24
Word count: 147