text_original: Cold water turns to fire, and burns I know, because I fell in A stream, which came from one bright dame Who drank at Ballyspellin. Fine beaux advance, equipt for dance, To bring their Anne or Nell in, With so much grace, I'm sure no place Can vie with Ballyspellin.
text_transcription: COLD WATER TURNS TO FIRE AND BURNS I KNOW BECAUSE I FELL IN A STREAM WHICH CAME FROM ONE BRIGHT DAME WHO DRANK AT BALLY SPELLING FIND BOWS ADVANCE EQUIPPED FOR DANCE TO BRING THEIR ANN OR NELL IN WITH SO MUCH GRACE I'M SURE NO PLACE CAN VIE WITH BALLY SPELLIN
phonemes: kˈoʊld wˈɔːɾɚ tˈɜːnz tə fˈaɪɚ, ænd bˈɜːnz aɪ nˈoʊ, bɪkˈʌz aɪ fˈɛl ɪn ɐ stɹˈiːm, wˌɪtʃ kˈeɪm fɹʌm wˈʌn bɹˈaɪt dˈeɪm hˌuː dɹˈæŋk æt bˌælɪspˈɛlᵻn. fˈaɪn bˈoʊ ɐdvˈæns, ɪkwˈɪpt fɔːɹ dˈæns, tə bɹˈɪŋ ðɛɹ ˈæn ɔːɹ nˈɛl ˈɪn, wɪð sˈoʊ mˌʌtʃ ɡɹˈeɪs, aɪm ʃˈʊɹ nˈoʊ plˈeɪs kæn vˈaɪ wɪð bˌælɪspˈɛlᵻn.