WRITTEN AT SWANDLING BAR, IN THE COUNTY OF CAVAN, IN IRELAND. Mary Alcock (née Cumberland) Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T86344 Alcock [née Cumberland], Mary, 1741?–1798. Poems, &c. &c. by the Late Mrs. Mary Alcock [poems only]. London Printed for C. Dilly, Poultry 1799 pp. 133-135. vii,[25],183,[1]p.

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WRITTEN AT SWANDLING BAR , IN THE COUNTY OF CAVAN , IN IRELAND . Let those who would esteem it good To reach the age of Par , By water pure come and insure Their lives at Swandling Bar . Let all who be , by land or sea , However near or far , Make no delay , but haste away , To drink at Swandling Bar . Should belle or beau the scurvy show , Which doth all beauty mar , Hither repair , you'll soon grow fair , When once at Swandling Bar . Each goddess here , tho' now so clear , Shew'd like a fallen star , When first from town she posted down To drink at Swandling Bar . Each sot and rake his cure might make , And wage with Death a war , Would he but think the best of drink Is that at Swandling Bar . Oft have I seen , come to careen , Many an honest tar , With batter'd hide by scurvy dried , Yet cur'd at Swandling Bar . I've seen a fair who might compare With Venus in her car , Approach the rill and drink her fill Each day at Swandling Bar . Here lords from town , of high renown , With garter and with star , Decrepid come , yet brisk go home , Such power hath Swandling Bar . Late have I seen , of graceful mien , A nymph from Mullingar , So fair , so bright , she caught the sight Of all at Swandling Bar . Tho' here I came to quench a flame I've got a deeper scar , Yet can't endure to seek a cure By leaving Swandling Bar .