Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.
248 . Pegasus at Wanlockhead
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Apollo, weary flying,
Through frosty hills the journey lay,
On foot the way was plying.
Was but a sorry walker; To Vulcan then Apollo goes, To get a frosty caulker. Threw by his coat and bonnet, And did Sol’s business in a crack; Sol paid him with a sonnet. Pity my sad disaster; My Pegasus is poorly shod, I’ll pay you like my master.