text_original: A thousand chances are to one I never may return,   Adieu to Belashanny, and the winding banks of Erne! Adieu to evening dances, when merry neighbours meet, And the fiddle says to boys and girls, 'Get up and shake your feet!'
text_transcription: A THOUSAND CHANCES ARE TO ONE I NEVER MAY RETURN ADIEU TO BELLA SHANNI AND THE WINDING BANKS OF URN ADIEU TO EVENING DANCES WHEN MERRY NEIGHBORS MEET AND THE FIDDLE SAYS TO BOYS AND GIRLS GET UP AND SHAKE YOUR FEET
phonemes: ɐ θˈaʊzənd tʃˈænsᵻz ɑːɹ tə wˈʌn aɪ nˈɛvɚ mˈeɪ ɹᵻtˈɜːn,   ɐdjˈuː tə bᵻlˈæʃæni, ænd ðə wˈaɪndɪŋ bˈæŋks ʌv ˈɜːn! ɐdjˈuː tʊ ˈiːvnɪŋ dˈænsᵻz, wˌɛn mˈɛɹi nˈeɪbɚz mˈiːt, ænd ðə fˈɪdəl sˈɛz tə bˈɔɪz ænd ɡˈɜːlz, ɡɛt ˌʌp ænd ʃˈeɪk jʊɹ fˈiːt!