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.