For she is, she is, she is, she is
My lord of Lowgave’s lassy.
(Perhaps only a song.)
Give him flowers enow, palmer, give him flowers enow,
Give him red and white, and blue, green, and yellow.
Act v, sc. iii; Dyce, p. 226.
With that came out his paramour,
She was as white as the lily-flower.
Hey, troul, troly, loly
With that came out her own dear knight,