(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 hundred men stood square on the Beneath Castle, And down 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 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 of her heart As she to the welcoming sea. My lady's maid, she hurried To the beach my was riding, And she him there, and told him how His was all but gone, And the he smiled just like a cat, And her not to worry. His rode half a day behind And fast approaching home. So waited, quiet as breath, Until began to fall Were by his men and rode home again the rising moon. The stood still with surprise As flew down on them, He found a and dispatched him to and release his lady. By the time the had crossed the sky, The was clear and free, Dunlavy his horse up the cliff road To lie in the of his lady. He paused outside her door in the And slowly his hand, Unaware that his page had caught in the back By an as he ran. (x 2) Four and days ago, high in Dunlavy's Castle, A chambermaid out in alarm At a made by nothing at all.