text_original: The season of mirth and of music is over— I have danced my last dance, I have sung my last song, Under the violets, under the clover, My heart and my love will be lying ere long FOES Thank Fate for foes! I hold mine dear As v
text_transcription: THE SEASON OF MIRTH AND OF MUSIC IS OVER I HAVE DANCED MY LAST DANCE I HAVE SUNG MY LAST SONG UNDER THE VIOLETS UNDER THE CLOVER MY HEART AND MY LOVE WILL BE LYING ERE LONG END OF POEM THIS RECORDING IS IN THE PUBLIC DOMAIN
phonemes: ðə sˈiːzən ʌv mˈɜːθ ænd ʌv mjˈuːzɪk ɪz ˈoʊvɚ— aɪ hæv dˈænst maɪ lˈæst dˈæns, aɪ hæv sˈʌŋ maɪ lˈæst sˈɔŋ, ˌʌndɚ ðə vˈaɪəlɪts, ˌʌndɚ ðə klˈoʊvɚ, maɪ hˈɑːɹt ænd maɪ lˈʌv wɪl biː lˈaɪɪŋ ˈɛɹ lˈɔŋ fˈoʊz θˈæŋk fˈeɪt fɔːɹ fˈoʊz! aɪ hˈoʊld mˈaɪn dˈɪɹ æz vˈiː