A fragment of this gloomy and impressive romance, (corresponding to v. 21-42,) was published in Herd's _Scottish Songs_, i. 184, from which, probably, it was copied into Pinkerton's _Scottish Tragic Ballads_, p. 84. The entire ballad was first printed in _The Border Minstrelsy_, together with another piece, _Lord William_, containing a part of the same incidents. Of the five versions which have appeared, four are given in this place, and the remaining one in the Appendix. In the _Gentleman's Magazine_, 1794, Vol. 64, Part I. p. 553, there is a modern ballad of extremely perverted orthography and vicious style, (meant for ancient,) in which the twenty lines of Herd's fragment are interwoven with an altogether different story. It is printed as authentic in _Scarce "Ancient" Ballads_, Aberdeen, 1822. "There are two ballads in Mr. Herd's MSS. upon the following story, in one of which the unfortunate knight is termed _Young Huntin'_. [See Appendix.] The best verses are selected from both copies, and some trivial alterations have been adopted from tradition." _Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border_, iii. 184. "O Lady, rock never your young son, young, One hour langer for me; For I have a sweetheart in Garlioch Wells, I love far better than thee. "The very sole o' that lady's foot 5 Than thy face is far mair white:" "But, nevertheless, now, Erl Richard, Ye will bide in my bower a' night?" She birled him with the ale and wine, As they sat down to sup: 10 A living man he laid him down, But I wot he ne'er rose up. Then up and spake the popinjay, That flew aboun her head; "Lady! keep weel your green cleiding 15 Frae gude Erl Richard's bleid."-- "O better I'll keep my green cleiding Frae gude Erl Richard's bleid, Than thou canst keep thy clattering toung, That trattles in thy head." 20 She has call'd upon her bower maidens, She has call'd them ane by ane; "There lies a dead man in my bour: I wish that he were gane!" They hae booted him, and spurred him, 25 As he was wont to ride;-- A hunting-horn tied round his waist, A sharpe sword by his side; And they hae had him to the wan water, For a' men call it Clyde.[L30] 30 Then up and spoke the popinjay That sat upon the tree-- "What hae ye done wi' Erl Richard? Ye were his gay ladye."-- "Come down, come down, my bonny bird, 35 And sit upon my hand; And thou sall hae a cage o' gowd, Where thou hast but the wand."-- "Awa! awa! ye ill woman! Nae cage o' gowd for me; 40 As ye hae done to Erl Richard, Sae wad ye do to me."