To John Taylor.
By Robert Burns
With Pegasus upon a day, Apollo weary flying, Through frosty hills the journey lay, On foot the way was plying, Poor slip-shod giddy Pegasus Was but a sorry walker; To Vulcan then Apollo goes, To get a frosty calker. 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. ROBERT BURNS. Ramages, 3 o'clock, (no date.)
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