text_original: Little cuckoo, com'st thou here, When the blooming spring is near, To sing thy song and tell thy tale, To every hill and every vale? Tell me, is thy distant home Far across the salt sea foam? Or hast thou, hidden from the day, Slept the wintry hours away?
text_transcription: LITTLE CUCKOO COMEST THOU HERE WHEN THE BLOOMING SPRING IS NEAR TO SING THY SONG AND TELL THY TALE TO EVERY HILL AND EVERY VALE TELL ME IS THY DISTANT HOME FAR ACROSS THE SALT SEA FOAM OR HAST THOU HIDDEN FROM THE DAY SLEPT THE WINTRY HOURS AWAY
phonemes: lˈɪɾəl kˈʊkuː, kˈɑːmst ðˈaʊ hˈɪɹ, wˌɛn ðə blˈuːmɪŋ spɹˈɪŋ ɪz nˈɪɹ, tə sˈɪŋ ðˌaɪ sˈɔŋ ænd tˈɛl ðˌaɪ tˈeɪl, tʊ ˈɛvɹi hˈɪl ænd ˈɛvɹi vˈeɪl? tˈɛl mˌiː, ɪz ðˌaɪ dˈɪstənt hˈoʊm fˈɑːɹ əkɹˌɑːs ðə sˈɔlt sˈiː fˈoʊm? ɔːɹ hˈeɪst ðˈaʊ, hˈɪdən fɹʌmðə dˈeɪ, slˈɛpt ðə wˈɪntɹi ˈaʊɚz ɐwˈeɪ?