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 PegasusWas but a sorry walker;To Vulcan then Apollo goes,To get a frosty caulker.Obliging Vulcan fell to wark,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.

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