text_original: And mony was the feather bed That floated on the faeni, And mony was the gude lord's son That never mair came harne. The ladyes wrang their fingers white The maidens tore their hair; [104] j *v&\ \ ' M : yr K < v? /^^M / 3, ". ./ ..v ;/;,i<C i. > :: .;V\ RAINBOW GOLD A' for the sake of their true loves For them they'll see na mair. O lang lang may the ladyes sit, Wi' their fans into their hand, Before they see Sir Patrick Spens Come sailing to the strand!
text_transcription: AND MONEY WAS THE FEATHER BED THAT FLOATED ON THE FARM AND MONEY WAS THE GOOD LORD'S SON THAT NEVER MARE CAME HAM THE LADIES RANG THEIR FINGERS WHITE THE MAIDENS TORE THEIR HAIR ALL FOR THE SAKE OF THEIR TRUE LOVES FOR THEM THEY'LL SEE NO MARE O LANG LANG MAY THE LADIES SIT WITH THEIR FANS INTO THEIR HAND BEFORE THEY SEE SIR PATRICK SPENCE COME SAILING TO THE STRAND
phonemes: ænd mˈʌni wʌzðə fˈɛðɚ bˈɛd ðæt flˈoʊɾᵻd ɔnðə fˈiːni, ænd mˈʌni wʌzðə ɡjˈuːd lˈɔːɹdz sˈʌn ðæt nˈɛvɚ mˈɛɹ kˈeɪm hˈɑːɹn. ðə lˈeɪdaɪz ɹˈæŋ ðɛɹ fˈɪŋɡɚz wˈaɪt ðə mˈeɪdənz tˈɔːɹ ðɛɹ hˈɛɹ; [wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd fˈɔːɹ] dʒˈeɪ ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk vˈiː ˈændbɐkslˌæʃ bˈækslæʃ ˈɛm : ɚ kˈeɪ vˈiː? slˈæʃ ˈɛm slˈæʃ θɹˈiː, ". .slˈæʃ ..vˈiː ;slˈæʃ;,ˈaɪ sˈiː ˈaɪ. :: .;vˈiː bˈækslæʃ ɹˈeɪnboʊ ɡˈoʊld ɐ fɚðə sˈeɪk ʌv ðɛɹ tɹˈuː lˈʌvz fɔːɹ ðˌɛm ðeɪl sˈiː nˈɑː mˈɛɹ. ˈoʊ lˈæŋ lˈæŋ mˈeɪ ðə lˈeɪdaɪz sˈɪt, wˈaɪ ðɛɹ fˈænz ˌɪntʊ ðɛɹ hˈænd, bᵻfˌɔːɹ ðeɪ sˈiː sˌɜː pˈætɹɪk spˈɛnz kˈʌm sˈeɪlɪŋ tə ðə stɹˈænd!