(J. Hamel) Four and sixty ago, high in Dunlavy's Castle, Stood and and maid, in the light of a fire, ready for a run. Four hundred men stood on the beach Dunlavy's 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 tell him to for all of his men, And on hiding low. And when you have done, a page boy come, And me of his judgement. If all well, two knocks 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 leapt to the sea. My lady's maid, she away 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 were approaching home. So they waited, as breath, Until dark to fall found by his men and rode home again Beneath the moon. The enemy still with surprise As flew down on them, He found a page and him to and release his lady. By the time the moon had the sky, The beach was and free, Dunlavy his horse up the cliff road To lie in the of his lady. He paused outside her in the dark And slowly his hand, Unaware that his page had caught in the back By an as he ran. (x 2) Four and thirty ago, high in Dunlavy's Castle, A cried out in alarm At a noise by nothing at all.