text_original: [4] Let me be your Gay, and let Stella be Pope, We'll wean you from sighing for England I hope; When we are together there's nothing that is dull, There's nothing like Durfey, or Smedley, or Tisdall.
text_transcription: LET ME BE YOUR GAY AND LET STELLA BE POPE WILL WEAN YOU FROM SIGHING FOR ENGLAND I HOPE WHEN WE ARE TOGETHER THERE'S NOTHING THAT IS DULL THERE'S NOTHING LIKE DURFY OR SMEDLEY OR TISDAL WE
phonemes: [fˈɔːɹ] lˈɛt mˌiː biː jʊɹ ɡˈeɪ, ænd lˈɛt stˈɛlə biː pˈoʊp, wiːl wˈiːn juː fɹʌm sˈaɪɪŋ fɔːɹ ˈɪŋɡlənd aɪ hˈoʊp; wˌɛn wiː ɑːɹ təɡˌɛðɚ ðɛɹz nˈʌθɪŋ ðæt ɪz dˈʌl, ðɛɹz nˈʌθɪŋ lˈaɪk dˈɜːfi, ɔːɹ smˈɛdli, ɔːɹ tˈɪsdɔːl.