text_original: Sir Olaf he plays on his gold harp a strain, That heard the proud Mettie far over the plain. Sir Olaf a tune on his golden horn blew, To the house of fair Mettie the thrilling sounds flew.
text_transcription: SIR OLAF HE PLAYS ON HIS GOLD HARP A STRAIN THAT HURT THE PROUD MATTIE FAR OVER THE PLAIN SIR OLAF A JUNE ON HIS GOLDEN HORN BLEW TO THE HOUSE OF FAIR MATTIE THE THRILLING SOUNDS FLEW
phonemes: sˌɜːɹ ˈoʊlæf hiː plˈeɪz ˌɔn hɪz ɡˈoʊld hˈɑːɹp ɐ stɹˈeɪn, ðæt hˈɜːd ðə pɹˈaʊd mˈɛɾi fˈɑːɹ ˌoʊvɚ ðə plˈeɪn. sˌɜːɹ ˈoʊlæf ɐ tˈuːn ˌɔn hɪz ɡˈoʊldən hˈɔːɹn blˈuː, tə ðə hˈaʊs ʌv fˈɛɹ mˈɛɾi ðə θɹˈɪlɪŋ sˈaʊndz flˈuː.