'Sure, sure' sayes Nees, 'she does but jeast, It's not de nature of de beast; Praise dee here, mee joly rogue, And gave de [me] one litle Poge For old acquaintance, for it's dee Dat is mee only gra-ma-cree.' 'Kiss mee? Poo! Fart upon dee, Nees!' c1670, anonymous author, “Purgatorium Hibernicum”, in Andrew Carpenter, editor, Verse in English from Tudor and Stuart Ireland, Cork University Press, published 2003, page 416:
[…] He ask'd for one Pogue, she call'd him a Rogue, And struck him with her Brogue, […] c1707, Henry Playford, Wit and Mirth: Or, Pills to Purge Melancholy: Being a Collection of the Best Merry Ballads and Songs, Old and New. Fitted to All Humours, Having Each Their Proper Tune for Either Voice, Or Instrument: Most of the Songs Being New Set., volume 4, London: W. Pearson for J. Tonson, page 278:
Dicky […] made his best pace to a recess in a back street, there to examine his pogues; for though the uxter was gone from them, they might yet bring a few coppers from Mr Weech, if they were of good quality. 1896, Arthur Morrison, A Child of the Jago:
2002, Jonathan Shay, Odysseus in America: Combat Trauma and the Trials of Homecoming
Although he is noteworthy for the staff jobs he does for the commander in chief, Agamemnon, he's no rear-echelon pogue.