text_original: They fetch'd a web o' the silken claith, Another o' the twine, And they wapped them round that gude ship's side, But still the sea came in. O laith laith were our gude Scots lords To wet their cork heeled shoon ! But lang ere a' the play was play'd They wat their hats aboon.
text_transcription: THEY FETCHED A WEB OF THE SILKEN CLOTHE ANOTHER OF THE TWEEN AND THEY WEPT THEM ROUND THAT GOOD SHIP'S SIDE BUT STILL THE SEA CAME IN O LATHE LAITH WERE OUR GOOD SCOTCH LORDS TO WET THEIR CORK HE'LL SHOON BUT LANGE ERE ALL THE PLAY WAS PLAYED THEY WOT THEIR HATS A BOON
phonemes: ðeɪ fˈɛtʃd ɐ wˈɛb ˈoʊ ðə sˈɪlkən klˈeɪθ, ɐnˈʌðɚɹ ˈoʊ ðə twˈaɪn, ænd ðeɪ wˈæpt ðˌɛm ɹˈaʊnd ðæt ɡjˈuːd ʃˈɪps sˈaɪd, bˌʌt stˈɪl ðə sˈiː kˈeɪm ˈɪn. ˈoʊ lˈeɪθ lˈeɪθ wɜːɹ ˌaʊɚ ɡjˈuːd skˈɑːts lˈɔːɹdz tə wˈɛt ðɛɹ kˈɔːɹk hˈiːld ʃˈuːn ! bˌʌt lˈæŋ ˈɛɹ ɐ ðə plˈeɪ wʌz plˈeɪd ðeɪ wˈɑːt ðɛɹ hˈæts ɐbˈuːn.