(J. Hamel) Four and sixty years ago, in Dunlavy's Castle, Stood and and maid, in the light of a fire, Making for a run. Four hundred men stood square on the Dunlavy's Castle, And alone there, and all unaware, Her lord was 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 you have done, have a page 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 beat of her As she to the welcoming sea. My maid, she hurried 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 army rode a day behind And were fast home. So waited, quiet as breath, Until dark to fall Were found by his men and rode again the rising moon. The enemy stood with surprise As Dunlavy flew on them, He found a and dispatched him to find and his lady. By the the moon had crossed the sky, The beach was and free, Dunlavy turned his horse up the cliff To lie in the of his lady. He paused outside her door in the 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 cried out in alarm At a noise by nothing at all.