text_original: O lang lang may the ladyes sit, Wi' their fans into their hand, Before they see Sir Patrick Spens Come sailing to the strand! And lang lang may the maidens sit, Wi' the goud kaims in their hair, A' waiting for their ain dear loves For them they'll see na mair.
text_transcription: O LANG LANG MAY THE LADIES SIT WITH THEIR FANS INTO THEIR HAND BEFORE THEY SEE SIR PATRICK SPENCE COME SAILING TO THE STRAND AND LANG LANG MAY THE MAIDENS SIT WITH THE GOLD CAMES IN THEIR HAIR AWAITING FOR THEIR AIN DEAR LOVES FOR THEM THEY'LL SEE NO MAR
phonemes: ˈoʊ lˈæŋ lˈæŋ mˈeɪ ðə lˈeɪdaɪz sˈɪt, wˈaɪ ðɛɹ fˈænz ˌɪntʊ ðɛɹ hˈænd, bᵻfˌɔːɹ ðeɪ sˈiː sˌɜː pˈætɹɪk spˈɛnz kˈʌm sˈeɪlɪŋ tə ðə stɹˈænd! ænd lˈæŋ lˈæŋ mˈeɪ ðə mˈeɪdənz sˈɪt, wˈaɪ ðə ɡˈaʊd kˈaɪmz ɪn ðɛɹ hˈɛɹ, ɐ wˈeɪɾɪŋ fɔːɹ ðɛɹ ˈeɪn dˈɪɹ lˈʌvz fɔːɹ ðˌɛm ðeɪl sˈiː nˈɑː mˈɛɹ.