text_original: Holly we'll hang, with mistletoe above! God wot! to day we'll sing a song of love! And we will trip on merry heel and toe With all the fair who lightly come and go; We will deny the years that lie behind And say that age is only in the mind.
text_transcription: HOLLY WILL HANG WITH MISTLETOE ABOVE GOD WOT TO DAY WILL SING A SONG OF LOVE AND WE WILL TRIP ON MERRY HEEL AND TOE WITH ALL THE FAIR WHO LIGHTLY COME AND GO WE WILL DENY THE YEARS THAT LIE BEHIND AND SAY THAT AGE IS ONLY IN THE MIND
phonemes: hˈɑːli wiːl hˈæŋ, wɪð mˈɪsəltˌoʊ əbˈʌv! ɡˈɑːd wˈɑːt! tə dˈeɪ wiːl sˈɪŋ ɐ sˈɔŋ ʌv lˈʌv! ænd wiː wɪl tɹˈɪp ˌɔn mˈɛɹi hˈiːl ænd tˈoʊ wɪð ˈɔːl ðə fˈɛɹ hˌuː lˈaɪtli kˈʌm ænd ɡˈoʊ; wiː wɪl dᵻnˈaɪ ðə jˈɪɹz ðæt lˈaɪ bᵻhˌaɪnd ænd sˈeɪ ðæt ˈeɪdʒ ɪz ˈoʊnli ɪnðə mˈaɪnd.