text_original: 68 And now how bitter to heart is the taste, And gone are the folly and pride, And I save what I can from the years of waste, And stand once more at thy side.
text_transcription: AND NOW HOW BITTER TO HEART IS THE TASTE AND GONE ARE THE FOLLY AND PRIDE AND I SAVE WHAT I CAN FROM THE YEARS OF WASTE AND STAND ONCE MORE AT THY SIDE
phonemes: sˈɪksti ˈeɪt ænd nˈaʊ hˌaʊ bˈɪɾɚ tə hˈɑːɹt ɪz ðə tˈeɪst, ænd ɡɔn ɑːɹ ðə fˈɑːli ænd pɹˈaɪd, ænd aɪ sˈeɪv wʌt aɪ kæn fɹʌmðə jˈɪɹz ʌv wˈeɪst, ænd stˈænd wˈʌns mˈɔːɹ æt ðˌaɪ sˈaɪd.