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.