text_original: Will you give me the sweet little girsha here into my breast Till I comb out the gold of her hair, till I give her a taste 88 MAURY'S VISION Of the milk that'll bring the red colour back into her cheeks When she opens her eyes an' finds out 'tis her mammy that speaks
text_transcription: WILL YOU GIVE ME THE SWEET LITTLE GEISHA HERE INTO MY BREAST TILL I COMB OUT THE GOLD OF HER HAIR TILL I GIVE HER A TASTE OF THE MILK THAT'LL BRING THE RED COLOR BACK INTO HER CHEEKS WHEN SHE OPENS HER EYES AND FINDS OUT THIS HER MUMMY THAT SPEAKS
phonemes: wɪl juː ɡˈɪv mˌiː ðə swˈiːt lˈɪɾəl ɡˈɜːʃə hˈɪɹ ˌɪntʊ maɪ bɹˈɛst tˈɪl aɪ kˈoʊm ˈaʊt ðə ɡˈoʊld ʌv hɜː hˈɛɹ, tˈɪl aɪ ɡˈɪv hɜːɹ ɐ tˈeɪst ˈeɪɾi ˈeɪt mˈɔːɹiz vˈɪʒən ʌvðə mˈɪlk ðˌæɾəl bɹˈɪŋ ðə ɹˈɛd kˈʌlɚ bˈæk ˌɪntʊ hɜː tʃˈiːks wɛn ʃiː ˈoʊpənz hɜːɹ ˈaɪz æn fˈaɪndz ˈaʊt tˈɪz hɜː mˈæmi ðæt spˈiːks