Who made thee, Hob, forsake the plough? - The King's Singers

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

Oh Hob, I fear she looks too high

Yet love I must or else I die

Or else I die.

I die