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CPDL #14879: MIDI and NOTEWORTHY
- Editor: Brian Russell (added 2007-09-09). Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: Files listed alphabetically by nationality and composer. Some composers have separate pages
- CPDL #5828: Sibelius 2
- Editor: David Fraser (added 2003-10-22). Score information: A4, 4 pages, 72 kbytes Copyright: CPDL
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General Information
Title: Who made thee, Hob, forsake the Plough
Composer: William Byrd
Number of voices: 2vv Voicing: AA
Genre: Secular, Consort song
Language: English
Instruments: 4 viols (2 tenor, 2 bass)
Published: Songs of sundrie natures (1589), no. 41
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Original text and translations
English text
- Who made thee Hob forsake the Plough, and fall in love?
- Sweet beauty which hath power to bow the gods above,
- What, dost thou serve a shepherdess?
- Ay, such as hath no peer I guess.
- What is her name who bears thy heart within her breast?
- Sylvana fair of high desert whom I love best,
- Oh Hob, I fear she looks too high,
- Yet love I must or else I die.