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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.