text_original: SHEELAH My love for gentle Dermot faster grows, Than yon tall dock that rises to thy nose. Cut down the dock, 'twill sprout again; but, O! Love rooted out, again will never grow.
text_transcription: SHEILA MY LOVE FOR GENTLE DERMOT FASTER GROWS THAN YON TALL DOCK THAT RISES TO THY NOSE CUT DOWN THE DOCK TWILL SPROUT AGAIN BUT O LOVE ROOTED OUT AGAIN WILL NEVER GROW
phonemes: ʃˈiːlə maɪ lˈʌv fɔːɹ dʒˈɛntəl dˈɜːmɑːt fˈæstɚ ɡɹˈoʊz, ðɐn jˈɑːn tˈɔːl dˈɑːk ðæt ɹˈaɪzᵻz tə ðˌaɪ nˈoʊz. kˈʌt dˌaʊn ðə dˈɑːk, twˈɪl spɹˈaʊt ɐɡˈɛn; bˌʌt, ˈoʊ! lˈʌv ɹˈuːɾᵻd ˈaʊt, ɐɡˈɛn wɪl nˈɛvɚ ɡɹˈoʊ.