text_original: My one wee song, like a flower growing In this life of mine that were else so bare! Ah! shalt thou go forth to do my bidding   My love, shall he cull it as blossom fair?
text_transcription: MY ONE WEE SONG LIKE A FLOWER GROWING IN THIS LIFE OF MINE THAT WERE ELSE SO BARE AH SHALT THOU GO FORTH TO DO MY BIDDING MY LOVE SHALL HE CALL IT AS BLOSSOM FAIR
phonemes: maɪ wˈʌn wˈiː sˈɔŋ, lˈaɪk ɐ flˈaʊɚ ɡɹˈoʊɪŋ ɪn ðɪs lˈaɪf ʌv mˈaɪn ðæt wɜːɹ ˈɛls sˌoʊ bˈɛɹ! ˈɑː! ʃˌælt ðˈaʊ ɡˌoʊ fˈɔːɹθ tə dˈuː maɪ bˈɪdɪŋ maɪ lˈʌv, ʃˌæl hiː kˈʌl ɪɾ æz blˈɔsəm fˈɛɹ?