Who made thee, Hob

Lyrics

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