text_original: We have a girl deserves an earl; She came from Enniskellin; So fair, so young, no such among The belles of Ballyspellin. How would you stare, to see her there, The foggy mists dispelling, That cloud the brows of every blowse Who lives at Ballyspellin!
text_transcription: WE HAVE A GIRL DESERVES AN EARL SHE CAME FROM ENNISKELEN SO FAIR SO YOUNG NO SUCH AMONG THE BELLES OF BALLY SPELLING HOW WOULD YOU STARE TO SEE HER THERE THE FOGGY MISTS DISPELLING THAT CLOUD THE BROWS OF EVERY BLOUSE WHO LIVES AT BALLY SPELLIN
phonemes: wiː hæv ɐ ɡˈɜːl dɪzˈɜːvz ɐn ˈɜːl; ʃiː kˈeɪm fɹʌm ɛnɪskˈɛlᵻn; sˌoʊ fˈɛɹ, sˌoʊ jˈʌŋ, nˈoʊ sˈʌtʃ ɐmˌʌŋ ðə bˈɛlz ʌv bˌælɪspˈɛlᵻn. hˌaʊ wʊd juː stˈɛɹ, tə sˈiː hɜː ðˈɛɹ, ðə fˈɑːɡi mˈɪsts dɪspˈɛlɪŋ, ðæt klˈaʊd ðə bɹˈaʊz ʌv ˈɛvɹi blˈoʊz hˌuː lˈɪvz æt bˌælɪspˈɛlᵻn!