text_original: A BABY IN THE HOUSE I knew that a baby was hid in the house; Though I saw no cradle and heard no cry, But the husband went tiptoeing round like a mouse, And the good wife was humming a soft lullaby; And there was a look on the face of that mother That I knew could mean only _one_ thing, and no other.
text_transcription: A BABY IN THE HOUSE I KNEW THAT A BABY WAS HID IN THE HOUSE THOUGH I SAW NO CRADLE AND HEARD NO CRY BUT THE HUSBAND WENT TIPTOEING ROUND LIKE A MOUSE AND THE GOOD WIFE WAS HUMMING A SOFT LULLABY AND THERE WAS A LOOK ON THE FACE OF THAT MOTHER THAT I KNEW COULD MEAN ONLY ONE THING AND NO OTHER
phonemes: ɐ bˈeɪbi ɪnðə hˈaʊs aɪ nˈuː ðˌæɾə bˈeɪbi wʌz hˈɪd ɪnðə hˈaʊs; ðˌoʊ aɪ sˈɔː nˈoʊ kɹˈeɪdəl ænd hˈɜːd nˈoʊ kɹˈaɪ, bˌʌt ðə hˈʌsbənd wɛnt tˈɪptoʊɪŋ ɹˈaʊnd lˈaɪk ɐ mˈaʊs, ænd ðə ɡˈʊd wˈaɪf wʌz hˈʌmɪŋ ɐ sˈɔft lˈʌləbˌaɪ; ænd ðɛɹwˌʌz ɐ lˈʊk ɔnðə fˈeɪs ʌv ðæt mˈʌðɚ ðæt aɪ nˈuː kʊd mˈiːn ˈoʊnli wˈʌn θˈɪŋ, ænd nˈoʊ ˈʌðɚ.