text_original: Oh ! I '11 not stay, or my heart will break, Tied down in this tame sheep's pen, For I thirst for the strife and the toiling life, In the tents of the roving men.
text_transcription: OH I'LL NOT STAY OR MY HEART WILL BREAK TIED DOWN IN THIS TAME SHEEP'S PEN FOR I THIRST FOR THE STRIFE AND THE TOILING LIFE IN THE TENTS OF THE ROVING MEN
phonemes: ˈoʊ ! aɪ ɪlˈɛvən nˌɑːt stˈeɪ, ɔːɹ maɪ hˈɑːɹt wɪl bɹˈeɪk, tˈaɪd dˌaʊn ɪn ðɪs tˈeɪm ʃˈiːps pˈɛn, fɔːɹ aɪ θˈɜːst fɚðə stɹˈaɪf ænd ðə tˈɔɪlɪŋ lˈaɪf, ɪnðə tˈɛnts ʌvðə ɹˈoʊvɪŋ mˈɛn.