(J. Hamel) Four and sixty years ago, high in 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 down there, and all unaware, Her lord was home. the lady to the maid, "Run quick 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 the beat of her heart As she to the welcoming sea. My lady's maid, she away To the my lord 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 army rode a day behind And were approaching home. So waited, quiet as breath, Until 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 time the had crossed the sky, The was clear and free, Dunlavy turned his horse up the cliff To lie in the of his lady. He outside 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 thirty days ago, in Dunlavy's Castle, A chambermaid cried out in At a made by nothing at all.