text_original: O risen moon! O holy moon! Stand on the top of Helice, And if my own true love you see, Ah! if you see the purple shoon, The hazel crook, the lad's brown hair, The goat skin wrapped about his arm, Tell him that I am waiting where The rushlight glimmers in the Farm.
text_transcription: O RISEN MOON O HOLY MOON STAND ON THE TOP OF HELLEY SEA AND IF MY OWN TRUE LOVE YOU SEE AH IF YOU SEE THE PURPLE SHOON THE HAZEL CROOK THE LAD'S BROWN HAIR THE GOAT SKIN WRAPPED ABOUT HIS ARM TELL HIM THAT I AM WAITING WHERE THE RUSHLIGHT GLIMMERS IN THE FARM
phonemes: ˈoʊ ɹˈɪzən mˈuːn! ˈoʊ hˈoʊli mˈuːn! stˈænd ɔnðə tˈɑːp ʌv hˈɛlɪs, ænd ɪf maɪ ˈoʊn tɹˈuː lˈʌv juː sˈiː, ˈɑː! ɪf juː sˈiː ðə pˈɜːpəl ʃˈuːn, ðə hˈeɪzəl kɹˈʊk, ðə lˈædz bɹˈaʊn hˈɛɹ, ðə ɡˈoʊt skˈɪn ɹˈæpt ɐbˌaʊt hɪz ˈɑːɹm, tˈɛl hˌɪm ðæt aɪɐm wˈeɪɾɪŋ wˌɛɹ ðə ɹˈʌʃlaɪt ɡlˈɪmɚz ɪnðə fˈɑːɹm.