text_original: We wreathed the king of the mammoths In the tiger leaves' terrible bloom. We flattered the king of the mammoths, Loud rattling sabres and spears. The swish of the sabre, The swish of the sabre, Was a marvellous tune in his ears.
text_transcription: WE WREATHED THE KING OF THE MAMMOTHS AND THE TIGER LEAVES TERRIBLE BLOOM WE FLATTERED THE KING OF THE MAMMOTHS LOUD RATTLING SABRES AND SPEARS THE SWISH OF THE SABRE THE SWISH OF THE SABRE WAS A MARVELLOUS TUNE IN HIS EARS
phonemes: wiː ɹˈiːðd ðə kˈɪŋ ʌvðə mˈæməθs ɪnðə tˈaɪɡɚ lˈiːvz tˈɛɹᵻbəl blˈuːm. wiː flˈæɾɚd ðə kˈɪŋ ʌvðə mˈæməθs, lˈaʊd ɹˈæɾəlɪŋ sˈeɪbɚz ænd spˈɪɹz. ðə swˈɪʃ ʌvðə sˈeɪbɚ, ðə swˈɪʃ ʌvðə sˈeɪbɚ, wʌzɐ mˈɑːɹvələs tˈuːn ɪn hɪz ˈɪɹz.