text_original: Jingle, jingle, past it Hies, Sending shafts from hooded eyes, — Roguish archers, I'll be bound, Little heeding whom they wound; See them, with capricious pranks, Ploughing now the drifted banks; Jingle, jingle, mid the glee Who among them cares for me?
text_transcription: CHING JINGLE PAST IT FLIES SENDING SHAFTS FROM HOOTED EYES ROGUISH ARCHERS SHALL BE BOUND LITTLE HEEDING WHOM THEY WOUND SEE THEM WITH CAPRICIOUS PRANKS PLOUGHING OUT THEIR DRIFTED BANKS JING OR JINGLE MID THE GLEE WHO AMONG THEM KISS FROM ME
phonemes: dʒˈɪŋɡəl, dʒˈɪŋɡəl, pˈæst ɪt hˈaɪz, sˈɛndɪŋ ʃˈæfts fɹʌm hˈʊdᵻd ˈaɪz, — ɹˈoʊɡɪʃ ˈɑːɹtʃɚz, aɪl biː bˈaʊnd, lˈɪɾəl hˈiːdɪŋ hˈuːm ðeɪ wˈuːnd; sˈiː ðˌɛm, wɪð kɐpɹˈɪʃəs pɹˈæŋks, plˈaʊɪŋ nˈaʊ ðə dɹˈɪftᵻd bˈæŋks; dʒˈɪŋɡəl, dʒˈɪŋɡəl, mˈɪd ðə ɡlˈiː hˌuː ɐmˌʌŋ ðˌɛm kˈɛɹz fɔːɹ mˌiː?