To John Taylor (Poem by Robert Burns)

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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.

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