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General Information

Title: Who made thee, Hob, forsake the Plough
Composer: William Byrd

Number of voices: 2vv   Voicing: AA

Genre: SecularConsort song

Language: English
Instruments: 4 viols (3 tenor, 1 bass)
Published: Songs of sundrie natures (1589), no.41

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Original text and translations

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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.