text_original: ON A CIRCLE I'm up and down, and round about, Yet all the world can't find me out; Though hundreds have employ'd their leisure, They never yet could find my measure. I'm found almost in every garden, Nay, in the compass of a farthing.
text_transcription: ON A CIRCLE I'M UP AND DOWN AND ROUND ABOUT YET ALL THE WORLD CAN'T FIND ME OUT THOUGH HUNDREDS HAVE EMPLOYED THEIR LEISURE THEY NEVER YET COULD FIND MY MEASURE I'M FOUND ALMOST IN EVERY GARDEN NAY IN THE COMPASS OF A FARTHING
phonemes: ˌɔn ɐ sˈɜːkəl aɪm ˌʌp ænd dˈaʊn, ænd ɹˈaʊnd ɐbˈaʊt, jˈɛt ˈɔːl ðə wˈɜːld kˈænt fˈaɪnd mˌiː ˈaʊt; ðˌoʊ hˈʌndɹɪdz hæv ɛmplˈɔɪd ðɛɹ lˈiːʒɚ, ðeɪ nˈɛvɚ jˈɛt kʊd fˈaɪnd maɪ mˈɛʒɚ. aɪm fˈaʊnd ˈɔːlmoʊst ɪn ˈɛvɹi ɡˈɑːɹdən, nˈeɪ, ɪnðə kˈʌmpəs əvə fˈɑːɹθɪŋ.