(J. Hamel) Four and sixty years ago, in Dunlavy's Castle, Stood and lady and maid, in the of a fire, Making for a run. hundred men stood square on the beach Beneath Castle, And alone there, and all unaware, Her was riding home. Said the lady to the maid, "Run and be sure To my lord in safety, And tell him to for all of his men, And on hiding low. And when you have done, have a boy come, And me of his judgement. If all well, two knocks or two bells, If all is lost, three." Knock-knock-knock the rap at the door, and a for my lady. and a went the beat of her 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 just like a cat, And her not to worry. His army half a day behind And were approaching home. So waited, quiet as breath, dark began to fall Were found by his men and home again the rising moon. The enemy still with surprise As Dunlavy flew on them, He found a page and him to find and his lady. By the the moon had crossed the sky, The beach was and free, Dunlavy his horse up the cliff road To lie in the of his lady. He paused her door in the dark And slowly his hand, Unaware that his page had been in the back By an as he ran. (x 2) Four and days ago, high in Dunlavy's Castle, A cried out in alarm At a made by nothing at all.