Pegasus At Wanlockhead Poem by Robert Burns

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.

Friday, October 24, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: day
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Bill Wright 02 October 2016

Sounds like some poor blacksmith got a poem from Burns instead of the fee he was due, payment in kind!

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