text_original: (A grasshopper on my cap! Away the moth flew!) Buskins for a fairy prince, Brogues for his son,   Pay me well, pay me well, When the job is done!' The rogue was mine, beyond a doubt. I stared at him; he stared at me; 'Servant, Sir!'
text_transcription: A GRASSHOPPER ON MY CAP AWAY THE MOSTHROU BUSKINS FOR A FAIRY PRINCE BROGUES FOR HIS SON PAY ME WELL PAY ME WELL WHEN THE JOB IS DONE THE ROGUE WAS MINE BEYOND A DOUBT I STARED AT HIM HE STARED AT ME SERVANTS SIR
phonemes: (ɐ ɡɹˈæshɑːpɚɹ ˌɔn maɪ kˈæp! ɐwˈeɪ ðə mˈɑːθ flˈuː!) bˈʌskɪnz fɚɹə fˈɛɹi pɹˈɪns, bɹˈoʊɡz fɔːɹ hɪz sˈʌn,   pˈeɪ mˌiː wˈɛl, pˈeɪ mˌiː wˈɛl, wˌɛn ðə dʒˈɑːb ɪz dˈʌn!ðə ɹˈoʊɡ wʌz mˈaɪn, bᵻjˌɔnd ɐ dˈaʊt. aɪ stˈɛɹd æt hˌɪm; hiː stˈɛɹd æt mˌiː; sˈɜːvənt, sˌɜː!