text_original: I chatter over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays. I babble on the pebbles. With many a curve my banks I frel By many a field and fallow, And many a fairy foreland set With willow weed and mallow.
text_transcription: I CHATTER OVER STONY WAYS IN LITTLE SHARPS AND TRAVELS I BUBBLE INTO EDDYING BAYS I BABBLE ON THE PEBBLES WITH MANY A CURVE MY BANKS I FRET BY MANY A FIELD AND FALLOW AND MANY A FAERIE FALL AND SET WITH WILLOW WHEAT AND MELLOW
phonemes: aɪ tʃˈæɾɚɹ ˌoʊvɚ stˈoʊni wˈeɪz, ɪn lˈɪɾəl ʃˈɑːɹps ænd tɹˈɛbəlz, aɪ bˈʌbəl ˌɪntʊ ˈɛdɪɪŋ bˈeɪz. aɪ bˈæbəl ɔnðə pˈɛbəlz. wɪð mˈɛni ɐ kˈɜːv maɪ bˈæŋks aɪ fɹˈɛl baɪ mˈɛni ɐ fˈiːld ænd fˈæloʊ, ænd mˈɛni ɐ fˈɛɹi fˈɔːɹlənd sˈɛt wɪð wˈɪloʊ wˈiːd ænd mˈæloʊ.