That the body of a murdered man will emit blood upon being touched, or even approached, by the murderer is a belief of ancient standing, and evidence of this character was formerly admitted in judicial investigations. See especially Grimm, Rechtsalterthümer, 1854, p. 930 f, Bahrgericht, who cites from literature the Nibelungenlied (1043-45, Bartsch) Hartmann's Iwein, 1355-64, Shakespeare's Richard III, I, 2, besides instances of legal or historical description; to which may be added others furnished by Sir W. Scott, Minstrelsy III, 190-93, ed. 1833, and Kinloch, Ancient Scottish Ballads, pp 10-12. See further Schmidt, Die Märchen des Straparola, pp 229, 346 ff, Holinshed's Chronicle of Scotland, p. 235, ed. 1808, Matthew Paris, Chronica Majora, ed. Luard, II, 344 f, Brand's Antiquities, ed. Ellis, II, 542-44.[100] There is a sort of _judicium ignis_ in #A# 26-28, #B# 23 f, #C# 24, #K# 37 f: the fire which does not burn the innocent bower-woman consumes her guilty mistress. For the oath by corn, #A# 16, #D# 21, grass and corn, #G# 7, thorn, #K# 26, see 'Glasgerion.' * * * * * #E# is translated by Schubart, p. 173; #F# by Wolff, Halle der Völker, I, 24, Hausschatz, p. 204; #J# by Schubart, p. 86, Gerhard, p. 134; Aytoun's copy by Rosa Warrens, Schottische Volkslieder, p. 46; Allingham's copy by Knortz, Lieder und Romanzen Alt-Englands, p. 42. A #a.# Herd's MSS, I, 182; #b.# the same, II, 67. 1 O lady, rock never your young son young One hour longer for me, For I have a sweetheart in Garlick's Wells I love thrice better than thee. 2 'The very sols of my love's feet Is whiter then thy face:' 'But nevertheless na, Young Hunting, Ye'l stay wi me all night.' 3 She has birld in him Young Hunting The good ale and the beer, Till he was as fou drunken As any wild-wood steer. 4 She has birld in him Young Hunting The good ale and the wine, Till he was as fou drunken As any wild-wood swine. 5 Up she has tain him Young Hunting, And she has had him to her bed, . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 6 And she has minded her on a little penknife, That hangs low down by her gare, And she has gin him Young Hunting A deep wound and a sare. 7 Out an spake the bonny bird, That flew abon her head: 'Lady, keep well thy green clothing Fra that good lord's blood.' 8 'O better I'll keep my green clothing Fra that good lord's blood Nor thou can keep thy flattering toung, That flatters in thy head. 9 'Light down, light down, my bonny bird, Light down upon my hand, . . . . . . . . . . . . . .