text_original: A little green snake curls thro' her hair   The scent of the yew is strong and sweet   Her eyes have drawn me to her feet, And I lie along on the drenching ground And worship  and watch the snake curl round, His tongue shoots thro' the air.
text_transcription: A LITTLE GREEN SNAKE CURLS THROUGH HER HAIR THE SCENT OF THE EWE IS STRONG AND SWEET HER EYES HAVE DRAWN ME TO HER FEET AND I LIE ALONG ON THE DRENCHING GROUND AND WORSHIP AND WATCH THE SNAKE CURL ROUND HIS TONGUE SHOOTS THROUGH THE AIR
phonemes: ɐ lˈɪɾəl ɡɹˈiːn snˈeɪk kˈɜːlz θɹˈoʊ hɜː hˈɛɹ ðə sˈɛnt ʌvðə jˈuː ɪz stɹˈɔŋ ænd swˈiːt hɜːɹ ˈaɪz hæv dɹˈɔːn mˌiː tə hɜː fˈiːt, ænd aɪ lˈaɪ ɐlˈɔŋ ɔnðə dɹˈɛntʃɪŋ ɡɹˈaʊnd ænd wˈɜːʃɪp ænd wˈɑːtʃ ðə snˈeɪk kˈɜːl ɹˈaʊnd, hɪz tˈʌŋ ʃˈuːts θɹˈoʊ ðɪ ˈɛɹ.