Pegasus At Wanlockhead

    pegasus at wanlockhead
    with pegasus upon a day,
    apollo, weary flying,
    through frosty hills the journey lay,
    on foot the way was plying.
    poor slipshod giddy pegasus
    was but a sorry walker;
    to vulcan then apollo goes,
    to get a frosty caulker.
    obliging vulcan fell to work,
    threw by his coat and bonnet,
    and did sol's business in a crack;
    sol paid him with a sonnet.
    ye vulcan's sons of wanlockhead,
    pity my sad disaster;
    my pegasus is poorly shod,
    i'll pay you like my master.