Holder described himself in the frontispiece of his collection of glees, Op. 6 as organist of Bungay, Suffolk.

Lyrics: Matthew Prior

Why thus from the plain does my shepherdess rove,
Forsaking her swain and neglecting his love?
You have heard all my grief, you see how I die,
Oh, give some relief to the swain whom you fly.
How can you complain, or what am I to say,
Since my dog lies unfed and my sheep run astray?
Need I tell what I mean, that I languish alone,
When I leave all the plain, you may guess 'tis for one.