(J. Hamel) Four and sixty ago, high in Dunlavy's Castle, and lady and maid, in the light of a fire, Making for a run. Four men stood square on the beach Dunlavy's Castle, And alone there, and all unaware, Her was riding home. Said the lady to the maid, "Run and be sure To meet my in safety, And him to send for all of his men, And keep on low. And when you have done, have a 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 went the beat of her As she to the welcoming sea. My maid, she hurried away To the beach my was riding, And she found him there, and him how His was all but gone, And the he smiled just like a cat, And her not to worry. His army rode half a day And fast approaching home. So waited, quiet as breath, Until dark to fall found by his men and rode home again Beneath the moon. The enemy stood still with As Dunlavy flew on them, He found a page and him to find and his lady. By the time the moon had the sky, The beach was and free, turned his horse up the cliff road To lie in the of his lady. He paused outside her door in the 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 cried out in alarm At a noise made by at all.