(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. Four hundred men square on the beach Dunlavy's Castle, And alone there, and all unaware, Her was riding home. Said the to the maid, "Run quick and be sure To meet my 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 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 the beat of her heart As she leapt to the sea. My lady's maid, she away To the my lord 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 dark began to Were found by his men and rode again the rising moon. The stood still with surprise As Dunlavy flew on them, He a page and dispatched him to find and his lady. By the time the had crossed the sky, The was clear and free, Dunlavy turned his up the cliff road To lie in the of his lady. He paused outside her in the dark And raised his hand, Unaware that his page had been caught in the By an as he ran. (x 2) Four and thirty ago, high in Dunlavy's Castle, A chambermaid out in alarm At a made by nothing at all.