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.