text_original: The blithe lark loveth Sweet song and air, The morning flow'ret Heav'n's incense fair, As I now love thee With fond desire, For thou dost give me Youth, joy, and fire, For new born dances And minstrelsy.
text_transcription: THE BLITHE LARK LOVETH SWEET SONG AND AIR THE MORNING FLOWER IT HEAVEN'S INCENSE FAIR AS I NOW LOVE THEE WITH FOND DESIRE FOR THOU DOST GIVE ME YOUTH JOY AND FIRE FOR NEW BORN DANCES AND MINSTREL SE
phonemes: ðə blˈaɪð lˈɑːɹk lˈʌvəθ swˈiːt sˈɔŋ ænd ˈɛɹ, ðə mˈɔːɹnɪŋ flˈoʊɹɪt hˈiːvnz ˈɪnsɛns fˈɛɹ, æz aɪ nˈaʊ lˈʌv ðiː wɪð fˈɑːnd dɪzˈaɪɚ, fɔːɹ ðˈaʊ dˈɑːst ɡˈɪv mˌiː jˈuːθ, dʒˈɔɪ, ænd fˈaɪɚ, fɔːɹ nˈuː bˈɔːɹn dˈænsᵻz ænd mˈɪnstɹɛlsi.