(J. Hamel) Four and sixty ago, high in Dunlavy's Castle, Stood and lady and maid, in the of a fire, ready for a run. Four hundred men stood on the beach Beneath Castle, And down there, and all unaware, Her was riding home. Said the to the maid, "Run quick and be sure To my lord in safety, And him to send for all of his men, And keep on 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 hurried To the beach my 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 rode a day behind And were approaching home. So waited, quiet as breath, Until dark to fall Were found by his men and rode again the rising moon. The enemy stood still with As Dunlavy down on them, He a page and dispatched him to and release 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 outside her door in the And raised his hand, Unaware that his had been caught in the back By an as he ran. (x 2) Four and thirty days ago, high in Castle, A chambermaid out in alarm At a noise by nothing at all.