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Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.

248 . 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.