text_original: Now take our harp into your hand, The joyful strings, at your command, In doleful sounds no more shall mourn. We, with sincerity of heart, To all your tunes shall bear a part, Unless we see the tables turn.
text_transcription: NOW TAKE OUR HARP INTO YOUR HAND THE JOYFUL STRINGS AT YOUR COMMAND IN DOLEFUL SOUNDS NO MORE SHALL MOURN WE WITH SINCERITY OF HEART TO ALL YOUR TUNES SHALL BEAR APART UNLESS WE SEE THE TABLES TURN
phonemes: nˈaʊ tˈeɪk ˌaʊɚ hˈɑːɹp ˌɪntʊ jʊɹ hˈænd, ðə dʒˈɔɪfəl stɹˈɪŋz, æt jʊɹ kəmˈænd, ɪn dˈoʊlfəl sˈaʊndz nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ ʃˌæl mˈɔːɹn. wiː, wɪð sɪnsˈɛɹᵻɾi ʌv hˈɑːɹt, tʊ ˈɔːl jʊɹ tˈuːnz ʃˌæl bˈɛɹ ɐ pˈɑːɹt, ʌnlˈɛs wiː sˈiː ðə tˈeɪbəlz tˈɜːn.