text_original: Och, sure, but they left their own mark on me. There now, go on, An' lave me with God an' themselves that He sint me — mavrone ! The moon niver shines through the mist wid that growl from the sea But I think they're come back wid Himself's invitation for me.
text_transcription: OH SURE BUT THEY LEFT THEIR OWN MARK ON ME THERE NOW GO ON AND LEAVE ME WITH GOD AND THEMSELVES THAT HE SENT ME MAVRON THE MOON NEVER SHINES THROUGH THE MIST WITH THAT GROWL FROM THE SEA BUT I THINK THEY'RE COME BACK WITH HIMSELF INVITATION FOR ME
phonemes: ˈɑːk, ʃˈʊɹ, bˌʌt ðeɪ lˈɛft ðɛɹ ˈoʊn mˈɑːɹk ˈɔn mˌiː. ðɛɹ nˈaʊ, ɡˌoʊ ˈɔn, æn lˈeɪv mˌiː wɪð ɡˈɑːd æn ðɛmsˈɛlvz ðæt hiː sˈɪnt mˌiː — mˈævɹoʊn ! ðə mˈuːn nˈaɪvɚ ʃˈaɪnz θɹuː ðə mˈɪst wˈɪd ðæt ɡɹˈaʊl fɹʌmðə sˈiː bˌʌt aɪ θˈɪŋk ðeɪɚ kˈʌm bˈæk wˈɪd hɪmsˈɛlfs ɪnvɪtˈeɪʃən fɔːɹ mˌiː.