text_original: The grim king fumes at the council board: Three more days, and then the sword; Three more days, and my sword through his head; And above his white brows, pale and dead, A paper crown on the top of the spire; And for her the stake and the witches' fire.
text_transcription: THE GRIM KING FUMES AT THE COUNCIL BOARD THREE MORE DAYS AND THEN THE SWORD THREE MORE DAYS AND MY SWORD THROUGH HIS HEAD AND ABOVE HIS WHITE BROWS PALE AND DEAD A PAPER CROWN ON THE TOP OF THE SPIRE AND FOR HER THE STAKE AND THE WITCH'S FIRE
phonemes: ðə ɡɹˈɪm kˈɪŋ fjˈuːmz æt ðə kˈaʊnsəl bˈɔːɹd: θɹˈiː mˈɔːɹ dˈeɪz, ænd ðˈɛn ðə sˈɔːɹd; θɹˈiː mˈɔːɹ dˈeɪz, ænd maɪ sˈɔːɹd θɹuː hɪz hˈɛd; ænd əbˌʌv hɪz wˈaɪt bɹˈaʊz, pˈeɪl ænd dˈɛd, ɐ pˈeɪpɚ kɹˈaʊn ɔnðə tˈɑːp ʌvðə spˈaɪɚ; ænd fɔːɹ hɜː ðə stˈeɪk ænd ðə wˈɪtʃᵻz fˈaɪɚ.