text_original: Though dropsy fills you to the gills, From chin to toe though swelling, Pour in, pour out, you cannot doubt A cure at Ballyspellin. Death throws no darts through all these parts, No sextons here are knelling; Come, judge and try, you'll never die, But live at Ballyspellin.
text_transcription: THOUGH DROPSY FILLS YOU TO THE GILLS FROM CHIN TO TOE THOUGH SWELLING POUR IN POUR OUT YOU CANNOT DOUBT A CURE AT BALLY SPELLING DEATH THROWS NO DARTS THROUGH ALL THESE PARTS NO SEXTONS HERE ARE KNELLING COME JUDGE AND TRY YOU'LL NEVER DIE BUT LIVE AT BALLY SPELLIN
phonemes: ðˌoʊ dɹˈɑːpsi fˈɪlz juː tə ðə ɡˈɪlz, fɹʌm tʃˈɪn tə tˈoʊ ðˌoʊ swˈɛlɪŋ, pˈɔːɹ ˈɪn, pˈɔːɹ ˈaʊt, juː kænˈɑːt dˈaʊt ɐ kjˈʊɹ æt bˌælɪspˈɛlᵻn. dˈɛθ θɹˈoʊz nˈoʊ dˈɑːɹts θɹuː ˈɔːl ðiːz pˈɑːɹts, nˈoʊ sˈɛkstənz hˈɪɹ ɑːɹ nˈɛlɪŋ; kˈʌm, dʒˈʌdʒ ænd tɹˈaɪ, juːl nˈɛvɚ dˈaɪ, bˌʌt lˈaɪv æt bˌælɪspˈɛlᵻn.