text_original: Again, with his little brood 'round him, He sits by the fair mother wife; He knows that the angels have crowned him With the truest, best riches of life; And the hearts of the children, untroubled, Are filled with the gay Christmas tide; And the gifts for sweet Maudie are doubled, Tis her birthday, beside.
text_transcription: AGAIN WITH HIS LITTLE BROOD ROUND HIM HE SITS BY THE FAIR MOTHER WIFE HE KNOWS THAT THE ANGELS HAVE CROWNED HIM WITH THE TRUEST BEST RICHES OF LIFE AND THE HEARTS OF THE CHILDREN UNTROUBLED ARE FILLED WITH THE GAY CHRISTMAS TIDE AND THE GIFTS FOR SWEET MAUDY ARE DOUBLED TIS HER BIRTHDAY BESIDE
phonemes: ɐɡˈɛn, wɪð hɪz lˈɪɾəl bɹˈuːd ɹˈaʊnd hˌɪm, hiː sˈɪts baɪ ðə fˈɛɹ mˈʌðɚ wˈaɪf; hiː nˈoʊz ðætðɪ ˈeɪndʒəlz hæv kɹˈaʊnd hˌɪm wɪððə tɹˈuːəst, bˈɛst ɹˈɪtʃᵻz ʌv lˈaɪf; ænd ðə hˈɑːɹts ʌvðə tʃˈɪldɹən, ʌntɹˈʌbəld, ɑːɹ fˈɪld wɪððə ɡˈeɪ kɹˈɪsməs tˈaɪd; ænd ðə ɡˈɪfts fɔːɹ swˈiːt mˈɔːdi ɑːɹ dˈʌbəld, tˈɪz hɜː bˈɜːθdeɪ, bᵻsˈaɪd.