text_original: DERMOT O, could I earn for thee, my lovely lass, A pair of brogues [5] to bear thee dry to mass! But see, where Norah with the sowins [6] comes   Then let us rise, and rest our weary bums.
text_transcription: DERMOT O COULD I EARN FOR THEE MY LOVELY LASS A PAIR OF BROGUES TO BEAR THEE DRY TO MASS BUT SEE WHERE NORAH WITH THE SEWENS COMES THEN LET US RISE AND REST OUR WEARY BUMS
phonemes: dˈɜːmɑːt ˈoʊ, kʊd aɪ ˈɜːn fɔːɹ ðˈiː, maɪ lˈʌvli lˈæs, ɐ pˈɛɹ ʌv bɹˈoʊɡz [fˈaɪv] tə bˈɛɹ ðiː dɹˈaɪ tə mˈæs! bˌʌt sˈiː, wˌɛɹ nˈɔːɹə wɪððə sˈoʊɪnz [sˈɪks] kˈʌmz ðˈɛn lˈɛt ˌʌs ɹˈaɪz, ænd ɹˈɛst ˌaʊɚ wˈɪɹi bˈʌmz.