text_original: We've got a weeshie bit o' land Betune the bog and sea; It's that can grow the taties grand When storrums let them be. I'm goin' on sixteen year old ; It's me that ups at night, For when the moon is big an' gold The tide is at its height.
text_transcription: WE'VE GOT A WISHY BIT O LAND BETWEEN THE BOG AN SEA IT'S THAT CAN GROW THE TATIES GRAND WHEN STORMS LET EM BE I'M GOING ON SIXTEEN YEAR OLD IT'S METED UP AT NIGHT FOR WHEN THE MOON IS BIG AND GOLD THE TIDE IS AT ITS HEIGHT
phonemes: wiːv ɡɑːt ɐ wˈiːʃi bˈɪt ˈoʊ lˈænd bᵻtˈuːn ðə bˈɑːɡ ænd sˈiː; ɪts ðæt kæn ɡɹˈoʊ ðə tˈeɪɾiz ɡɹˈænd wɛn stˈɔɹəmz lˈɛt ðˌɛm bˈiː. aɪm ɡˌoʊɪn ˌɔn sˈɪkstiːn jˈɪɹ ˈoʊld ; ɪts mˌiː ðæt ˌʌps æt nˈaɪt, fɔːɹ wɛn ðə mˈuːn ɪz bˈɪɡ æn ɡˈoʊld ðə tˈaɪd ɪz æɾ ɪts hˈaɪt.