(J. Hamel) Four and years ago, high in Dunlavy's Castle, Stood and and maid, in the light of a fire, ready for a run. Four hundred men stood square on the Dunlavy's Castle, And down there, and all unaware, Her lord was home. Said the lady to the maid, "Run and be sure To meet my 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 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 of her heart As she leapt to the 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 approaching home. So waited, quiet as breath, dark began to fall Were found by his men and rode home the rising moon. The enemy stood still surprise As Dunlavy flew on them, He found a and dispatched him to and release his lady. By the the moon had crossed the sky, The was clear and free, Dunlavy turned his horse up the road To lie in the of his lady. He outside her door 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 days ago, high in Castle, A cried out in alarm At a made by nothing at all.