text_original: Our lasses fair, say what you dare, Who sowins[2] make with shelling, At Market hill more beaux can kill, Than yours at Ballyspellin. Would I was whipt, when Sheelah stript, To wash herself our well in, A bum so white ne'er came in sight At paltry Ballyspellin.
text_transcription: OUR LASSES FAIR SAY WHAT YOU DARE WHO SOWENS MAKE WITH SHELLING AT MARKET HILL MORE BOWS CAN KILL THAN YOURS AT BALLY SPELLING WOULD I WAS WHIPPED WHEN SHEILA STRIPPED TO WASH HERSELF ARE WELL IN A BUM SO WHITE NEAR CAME IN SIGHT AT PALTRY BALLY SPELLIN
phonemes: ˌaʊɚ lˈæsᵻz fˈɛɹ, sˈeɪ wʌt juː dˈɛɹ, hˌuː sˈoʊɪnz[tˈuː] mˌeɪk wɪð ʃˈɛlɪŋ, æt mˈɑːɹkɪt hˈɪl mˈɔːɹ bˈoʊ kæn kˈɪl, ðɐn jˈɔːɹz æt bˌælɪspˈɛlᵻn. wʊd aɪ wʌz wˈɪpt, wˌɛn ʃˈiːlə stɹˈɪpt, tə wˈɑːʃ hɜːsˈɛlf ˌaʊɚ wˈɛl ˈɪn, ɐ bˈʌm sˌoʊ wˈaɪt nˈɛɹ kˈeɪm ɪn sˈaɪt æt pˈɔːltɹi bˌælɪspˈɛlᵻn.