Who Made Thee Hob a6

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?

Sylvanna fair of high dessert whom I love best

Oh Hob, I fear she looks too high

Yet love I must or else I die