text_original: Oh, the fern, the fern, the Irish hill fern, That shelters the weary, or wild roc, or kern; Through the glens of Kilcoe rose a shoul on the gale, As the Saxons rushed forth in their wrath from the Pale, With bandog and bloodhound, all savage to see, To hunt through Cluncalla the wild rapparee.
text_transcription: OH THE FERN THE FERN THE IRISH HILL FERN THAT SHELTERS THE WEARY OR WILD ROE OR KERN THROUGH THE GLANCE OF KILCOE ROSE A SHOUT ON THE GALE AS THE SAXONS RUSHED FORTH IN THEIR WRATH FROM THE PALE WITH BANDOG AND BLOODHOUND OLD SAVAGE TO SEE TO HUNT THROUGH CLUNG KALA THE WILD REPERE
phonemes: ˈoʊ, ðə fˈɜːn, ðə fˈɜːn, ðɪ ˈaɪɹɪʃ hˈɪl fˈɜːn, ðæt ʃˈɛltɚz ðə wˈɪɹi, ɔːɹ wˈaɪld ɹˈɑːk, ɔːɹ kˈɜːn; θɹuː ðə ɡlˈɛnz ʌv kɪlkˈoʊ ɹˈoʊz ɐ ʃˈaʊl ɔnðə ɡˈeɪl, æz ðə sˈæksənz ɹˈʌʃt fˈɔːɹθ ɪn ðɛɹ ɹˈæθ fɹʌmðə pˈeɪl, wɪð bˈændɑːɡ ænd blˈʌdhaʊnd, ˈɔːl sˈævɪdʒ tə sˈiː, tə hˈʌnt θɹuː klˈʌŋkælə ðə wˈaɪld ɹˈæpɐɹˌiː.