Mow Cop Poetry

Mow Cop It Is A Pleasant Place

Mow Cop it is a pleasant place

The summerhouse stands high.

Those rugged rocks braved many blasts

The clouds float in the sky

And when I’m passing by that place

The summerhouse I can’t see o’er.

The year of the Lord when it was built

Was seventeen and fifty four.

Many millstones have been got at Mow

Down in the millstone hole

And now across those smiling fields

At Towerhill they now get coal.

Will Jamieson was but five years old

When out of Scotland brought

And to succeed old Thorley there

No Mow-man would have thought.

Like Nelson on the quarterdeck

Neither good nor bad did hide.

He was the bailiff for Squire Sneyd

Upon the Staffordshire side.

Lady Wilbraham was the lady born

Among women she did excel.

For twenty pounds she did lay down

For the making of the Parson’s Well.