text_original: While touching your soft hands in play Such passionate longings rise For my wee boy who strayed away So soon to Paradise.
text_transcription: WHILE TOUCHING YOUR SOFT HANDS IN PLAY SUCH PASSIONATE LONGINGS RISE FOR MY WEE BOY WHO STRAYED AWAY SO SOON TO PARADISE
phonemes: wˌaɪl tˈʌtʃɪŋ jʊɹ sˈɔft hˈændz ɪn plˈeɪ sˈʌtʃ pˈæʃənət lˈɔŋɪŋz ɹˈaɪz fɔːɹ maɪ wˈiː bˈɔɪ hˌuː stɹˈeɪd ɐwˈeɪ sˌoʊ sˈuːn tə pˈæɹədˌaɪs.