Here's my attempt at a transcription. There are a few places I can't make out at all, but it may give someone else a start.

Mick

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CHILD NORYCE


Child Noryce he is fain the fairest,
His face was fair and yellow his hair
He is tae the greenwood gaen
All for to see a lady fair.

Haste ye to the Barnard's Ha'
And bids his lady come to me
Haste ye there my wee boy Willie,
For I mun hae her company.

Here tak tae her his gay goud ring
That's aye gauden in a' but the stane
That she shall come to yon green wood
And she mun ask the leave of nane.

The wee boy came to Lord Barnard's Castle
To go within he tirled at the pin
And who but the Lady Barnard was there
To let the wee boy Willie in.

Here's a gay goud ring to you
It's aye gouden in a' but the stane
And ye must gan to yon green wood
And ye mun ask your leave o' nane.

Lord Barnard he was standing by,
Deceived, an angry man was he.
Who can I ken in all of my land
To love my lady more than me.

Lord Barnard's to and listened again (??)
And busk again ?? away
I will gae to the greenwood gay
To see the man who loves her sae.

Now out aloud Child Noryce brave
My liege genteel, she loves ye sae weel
The fairest ??
??

And he has ta'en his trusty brand
And through the young man ??
And he has severed Child Nouryce's heid
And sheared it off by the hair sae lang

He's taken the bloody head in his hands
By hair an all, to his lady's hall
He's flung it into his lady's lap
Sayin' here's your bonny?, here's your ball.

And she has kissed the bloody lips,
The cheeks sae thin, the bloody chin
And never was bloody grief
Than Lord Barnard an all his kin

I got ye in my faither's house
In mickle pain and mickle shame
I brought ye up to the greenwood gay
Where nobody kenned but myself alane. (??)

Awa, Awa, ye wild woman
Woe tae ye, ill death may ye dee
??
It's true ye've never been straight with me

O blame me not, O Lord Barnard
Enough of the blame, enough of the shame
With that sure? brand pierce my heart
Ease me, ease me o' my pain.



Source: Kornog, youtube: Child Noryce