(J. Hamel) Four and sixty years ago, high in Castle, and lady and maid, in the light of a fire, Making for a run. Four hundred men stood on the beach Dunlavy's Castle, And alone there, and all unaware, Her was riding 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 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." Knock-knock-knock 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 found him there, and him how His was all but gone, And the lord he smiled just a cat, And her not to worry. His army rode half a day And were fast home. So waited, quiet as breath, Until began to fall Were by his men and rode home again Beneath the moon. The enemy still 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 was clear and free, turned his horse up the cliff road To lie in the of his lady. He paused outside her door in the And slowly his hand, Unaware that his had been caught in the back By an as he ran. (x 2) Four and thirty ago, high in Dunlavy's Castle, A chambermaid out in alarm At a noise by nothing at all.