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The Throckmorton Coat |
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Coughton Court is a great place to visit. One
of the attractions there is the famous Throckmorton Coat. It was made for a bet
between sunrise and sunset, starting with the cropping of the sheep and
finishing with Sir John Throckmorton wearing the finished coat. Quite an
achievement.
As soon as I saw the coat and read about it on the notice by the display stand, I was keen to turn it into a song. Unfortunately I didn’t have any paper with me to take notes. So, I went in the giftshop to buy a Coughton Court ringback notebook and a genuine Coughton Court retractable ballpoint, when I saw the tea towels on display – giving the whole story. So I bought one and to my knowledge this is the only song which has been inspired by a tea towel. |
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There was the shearer the spinner and the loom weaver The dyer and the drier with their hands chapped sore And then there was the tailor, the tailor with his dummy And Good Sir John Throckmorton in the coat that he wore At the rising of the sun two fine sheep were brought To Francis Druett with his shears sharp and keen He divested them of wool as the crowd stood all a-cheering Such a blurring of the shearer's blades they had never seen Mr John Coxeter the owner of the mill Stood hands on hips as he surveyed the fun Then he gathered up the wool and he took it up the hill There was so much to be done before the setting of the sun Well they spun it and they spooled it they warped it and they wove it Such a throng of busy women there have never been Then they washed it and they dyed it and finally they dried it Such a roll of finer cloth you will have never seen Sir John had earlier been measured by the tailor Including inside leg, though there had been no need And when the cloth was brought the whole crowd were cheering It was only four o'clock and they had made it in good speed Now, James White was given the great honour To cut and sew the cloth according to the plan Drawn up by his father, Isaac the master tailor A fine coat for generations of the Throckmorton clan Finally it was ready in thirteen hours and twenty minutes Sir John Throckmorton proudly put the garment on And paraded like the gentleman he was through noble breeding Before the cheering of the crowd that were by now 5,000 strong |
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