text_original: 'O wha is this has done this deed, And tauld the king o' me, noil RAINBOW GOLD To send us out, at this time of the year, To sail upon the sea?' 'Be it wind, be it weet, be it hail, be it sleet, Our ship must sail the faem; The king's daughter of Noroway, 'Tis we must fetch her hame.'
text_transcription: O WHY IS THIS HATH DONE THIS DEED AND TOLD THE KING OF ME TO SEND US OUT AT THIS TIME OF THE YEAR TO SAIL UPON THE SEA BE IT WIND BE IT WIT BE IT HAIL BE IT SLEET OUR SHIP MUST SAIL THE FAME THE KING'S DAUGHTER OF NORROWAY TIS WE MUST FETCH HER HAME
phonemes: ˈoʊ wˈɑː ɪz ðɪs hɐz dˈʌn ðɪs dˈiːd, ænd tˈɔːld ðə kˈɪŋ ˈoʊ mˌiː, nˈɔɪl ɹˈeɪnboʊ ɡˈoʊld tə sˈɛnd ˌʌs ˈaʊt, æt ðɪs tˈaɪm ʌvðə jˈɪɹ, tə sˈeɪl əpˌɑːn ðə sˈiː?biː ɪt wˈɪnd, biː ɪt wˈiːt, biː ɪt hˈeɪl, biː ɪt slˈiːt, ˌaʊɚ ʃˈɪp mˈʌst sˈeɪl ðə fˈiːm; ðə kˈɪŋz dˈɔːɾɚɹ ʌv nˈɔːɹəwˌeɪ, tˈɪz wiː mˈʌst fˈɛtʃ hɜː hˈeɪm.