text_original: Lay your ear close to the hill. Do you not catch the tiny clamour, Busy click of an elfin hammer, Voice of the Lepracaun singing shrill As he merrily plies his trade? He's a span And a quarter in height. Get him in sight, hold him tight, And you're a made Man!
text_transcription: LAY YOUR EAR CLOSE TO THE HILL DO YOU NOT CATCH THE TINY CLAMOR BUSY CLICK OF AN ELFIN HAMMER VOICE OF THE LAPRICON SINGING SHRILL AS HE MERRILY PLIES HIS TRADE HE IS A SPAN AND A QUARTER IN HEIGHT GET HIM IN SIGHT HOLD HIM TIGHT AND YOU'RE A MADE MAN
phonemes: lˈeɪ jʊɹ ˈɪɹ klˈoʊs tə ðə hˈɪl. dˈuː juː nˌɑːt kˈætʃ ðə tˈaɪni klˈæmɚ, bˈɪzi klˈɪk əvən ˈɛlfɪn hˈæmɚ, vˈɔɪs ʌvðə lˈɛpɹɐkˌɔːn sˈɪŋɪŋ ʃɹˈɪl æz hiː mˈɛɹili plˈaɪz hɪz tɹˈeɪd? hiːz ɐ spˈæn ænd ɐ kwˈɔːɹɾɚɹ ɪn hˈaɪt. ɡɛt hˌɪm ɪn sˈaɪt, hˈoʊld hˌɪm tˈaɪt, ænd jʊɹ ɐ mˌeɪd mˈæn!