(J. Hamel) Four and sixty ago, high in Dunlavy's Castle, Stood and and maid, in the light of a fire, Making for a run. Four hundred men stood on the beach Beneath Castle, And alone there, and all unaware, Her was riding home. the lady to the maid, "Run quick and be sure To meet my in safety, And tell him to 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 goes well, two or two bells, If all is lost, three." Knock-knock-knock the rap at the door, and a for my lady. and a went the of her heart As she leapt to the sea. My lady's maid, she hurried 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 rode a day behind And were approaching home. So waited, quiet as breath, Until dark began to Were found by his men and rode home Beneath the moon. The enemy stood still surprise As Dunlavy down on them, He found a and dispatched 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 road To lie in the of his lady. He paused her door in the dark And slowly his hand, Unaware that his page had been caught in the By an as he ran. (x 2) Four and thirty days ago, high in Castle, A chambermaid cried out in At a noise by nothing at all.