(J. Hamel) Four and sixty years ago, high in Castle, Stood and and maid, in the light of a fire, ready for a run. Four hundred men stood square on the Beneath Castle, And alone there, and all unaware, Her lord was home. Said the lady to the maid, "Run quick and be To my lord in safety, And him to send for all of his men, And on hiding low. And when you done, have a page boy come, And me of his judgement. If all goes well, two or two bells, If all is lost, three." Chorus: the rap at the door, and a for my lady. and a the beat of her heart As she to the welcoming sea. My lady's maid, she hurried To the beach my was riding, And she found him there, and him how His was all but gone, And the lord he smiled like a cat, And her not to worry. His army half a day behind And were fast home. So they waited, as breath, Until began to fall Were by his men and rode home again the rising moon. The enemy still with surprise As flew down on them, He a page and dispatched him to and release his lady. By the time the moon had the sky, The beach was and free, Dunlavy turned his horse up the cliff To lie in the of his lady. He outside her door in the dark And raised his hand, Unaware that his had been caught in the back By an as he ran. (x 2) Four and thirty days ago, in Dunlavy's Castle, A chambermaid out in alarm At a noise by nothing at all.