text_original: I leave my warm heart with you, tho' my back I'm forced to turn   Adieu to Belashanny, and the winding banks of Erne! No more on pleasant evenings we'll saunter down the Mall, When the trout is rising to the fly, the salmon to the fall.
text_transcription: I LEAVE MY WARM HEART WITH YOU THOUGH MY BACK I'M FORCED TO TURN ADIEU TO BELA SHANNI AND THE WINDING BANKS OF ERN NO MORE UNPLEASANT EVENINGS WILL SAUNTER DOWN THE MALL WHEN THE TROUT IS RISING TO THE FLY THE SALMON TO THE FALL
phonemes: aɪ lˈiːv maɪ wˈɔːɹm hˈɑːɹt wɪð juː, ðˈoʊ maɪ bˈæk aɪm fˈɔːɹst tə tˈɜːn ɐdjˈuː tə bᵻlˈæʃæni, ænd ðə wˈaɪndɪŋ bˈæŋks ʌv ˈɜːn! nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ ˌɔn plˈɛzənt ˈiːvnɪŋz wiːl sˈɔːntɚ dˌaʊn ðə mˈɔːl, wˌɛn ðə tɹˈaʊt ɪz ɹˈaɪzɪŋ tə ðə flˈaɪ, ðə sˈæmən tə ðə fˈɔːl.