text_original: Then I do bind the farmer's sheaves, And lie the summer's night In undher hedges full o' leaves Till dawning of the light. 94 MAURY OGE Och, whin I bring the money home It's never half enough To pay the shop that must get some. An' rint of Gurteen Clough.
text_transcription: THEN I DO BIND THE FARMERS SHEAVES AND LIE THE SUMMER'S NIGHT IN UNDER HEDGES FULL OF LEAVES TILL DAWNING OF DELIGHT OH WHEN I BRING THE MONEY HOME IT'S NEVER HALF ENOUGH TO PAY THE SHOP THAT MUST GET SOME AND REND OF CURTAIN CLOTH
phonemes: ðˈɛn aɪ dˈuː bˈaɪnd ðə fˈɑːɹmɚz ʃˈiːvz, ænd lˈaɪ ðə sˈʌmɚz nˈaɪt ɪn ʌndˈɜː hˈɛdʒᵻz fˈʊl ˈoʊ lˈiːvz tˈɪl dˈɔːnɪŋ ʌvðə lˈaɪt. nˈaɪnti fˈɔːɹ mˈɔːɹi ˈoʊdʒ ˈɑːk, wˈɪn aɪ bɹˈɪŋ ðə mˈʌni hˈoʊm ɪts nˈɛvɚ hˈæf ɪnˈʌf tə pˈeɪ ðə ʃˈɑːp ðæt mˈʌst ɡˈɛt sˌʌm. æn ɹˈɪnt ʌv ɡˈɜːtiːn klˈʌf.