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.