text_original: Steek yer een, my wee tot, ye'll see Daddy then; He's in below the bed claes, to cuddle ye he's fain; Noo nestle to his bosie, sleep and dream yer fill, Till Wee Davie Daylight comes keekin' owre the hill.
text_transcription: STICK YE IN MY WETOT HE'LL SEE DADDY THEN HE'S IN BELOW THE BEDCLASS TO CUDDLE YE HE'S FAIN NO NESTLE TO HIS BOSY SLEEP AND DREAM YE FILL TILL WE DAVY DAYLIGHT COME SKETN OVER THE HILL
phonemes: stˈiːk jɚɹ ˈiːn, maɪ wˈiː tˈɑːt, jˌiːəl sˈiː dˈædi ðˈɛn; hiːz ɪn bᵻlˌoʊ ðə bˈɛd klˈiːz, tə kˈʌdəl jiː hiːz fˈeɪn; nˈuː nˈɛsəl tə hɪz bˈoʊsi, slˈiːp ænd dɹˈiːm jɚ fˈɪl, tˈɪl wˈiː dˈeɪvi dˈeɪlaɪt kˈʌmz kˈiːkɪn ˈoʊɚ ðə hˈɪl.