Nowe Christe thee save, thou little foot-page, Now Christe thee save and see!
Thou little pansy, raise thy head, And turn thine azure eye to me, And so remind me of the dead, My dearest, long lost Rosalie.
Thou little god of meikle sway, Who rul'st from pole to pole, And up beyond yon milky way, Where wondrous planets roll: Oh!
I have a bower at Bucklesfordbery, Full daintyly is it deight; If thou wilt wend thither, thou Little Musgrave, Thou’s lig in mine armes all night.
Arise, arise, thou Little Musgrave, And put thy clothës on; It shall nere be said in my country I have killed a naked man.
Now Christe thee save, thou little foot-page, Now Christe thee save and see!
Nowe hye thee backe, thou little foot-page, And greet thy ladye from mee, And telle her that I her owne true love Will dye, or sette her free.
The Swan-song of Gustavus Adolphus Be not dismayed, thou little flock, Although the foe's fierce battle shock Loud on all sides assail thee.
The king himself raised the strains of "Be not dismayed, thou little flock," and led the army in singing the stirring hymn.
The Swan Song of Gustavus Adolphus 76 Be not dismayed, thou little flock.
But if this be a lye, thou little foot-page, This tale thou hast told to mee, Then on the highest tree in Bucklesfeildberry All hanged that thou shalt bee.
I have a bower at Buckelsfordbery, Full daintyly it is deight; If thou wilt wend thither, thou Little Musgrave, Thou 's lig in mine armes all night.
Nowe hye thee backe, thou little foot-page, And let thy fair ladye know This night will I bee at her bowre-windowe, Betide me weale or woe.
Bloom, bloom, thou little tree, Thy roots around the heart of me; Thou canst not blow too white and fair From all the sweetness hidden there.
Lye still, lye still, thou little Musgrave, And huggle me from the cold; For it is but some shephardes boye A whistling his sheepe to the fold.
He lifted up the coverlett, He lifted up the sheete; How now, how now, thou little Musgrave, 75 Dost find my gaye ladye sweete?
Arise, arise, thou little Musgrave, And put thy cloathes nowe on, It shall never be said in my countree, That I killed a naked man.
Lye still, lye still, thou little Musgrave, And huggell me from the cold; Tis nothing but a shephards boy, A driving his sheep to the fold.
Sleep, Thou little Child of Mary, Some fair day Wilt Thou, as Thou wert a brother, Come away Over hills and over hollow?
I have a bower at Bucklesfordbery, Full daintily it is dight; If thou wilt wend thither, thou little Musgrave, Thou's lig in mine arms all night.
The above list will hopefully provide you with a few useful examples demonstrating the appropriate usage of "thou little" in a variety of sentences. We hope that you will now be able to make sentences using this group of words.
