text_original: Let it recall his waggish heart   Yeke hey, yeke hey, hey diddle diddle   When, while the fire logs fell apart, He snatched the bow across his fiddle, And looked on, with his eyes half shut, Which meant his soul was wild with fun, At our mad capers through the hut Of old man Jesse Covington.
text_transcription: LET IT RECALL HIS WAGGISH HEART YUKI HAY YIKI HAY HATED A LITTLE WHEN WHILE THE FIRE LOGS FELL APART HE SNATCHED THE BOW ACROSS HIS FIDDLE AND LOOKED ON WITH HIS EYES HALF SHUT WHICH MEANT HIS SOUL WAS WILD WITH FUN AT OUR MAD CAPERS THROUGH THE HUT OF OLD MAN JESSE COVINGTON
phonemes: lˈɛt ɪt ɹˈiːkɔːl hɪz wˈæɡɪʃ hˈɑːɹt jˈɛk hˈeɪ, jˈɛk hˈeɪ, hˈeɪ dˈɪdəl dˈɪdəl wˈɛn, wˌaɪl ðə fˈaɪɚ lˈɔɡz fˈɛl ɐpˈɑːɹt, hiː snˈætʃt ðə bˈoʊ əkɹˌɑːs hɪz fˈɪdəl, ænd lˈʊkt ˈɔn, wɪð hɪz ˈaɪz hˈæf ʃˈʌt, wˌɪtʃ mˈɛnt hɪz sˈoʊl wʌz wˈaɪld wɪð fˈʌn, æɾ ˌaʊɚ mˈæd kˈeɪpɚz θɹuː ðə hˈʌt ʌv ˈoʊld mˈæn dʒˈɛsi kˈoʊvɪŋtən.