text_original: She tires of home, and fain would see The brightest clime of earth, And so she sails for summer lands With friends to share her mirth; She waves her jewelled hand to me The opal spray clouds fly; She leaves me with the fading shore   Do I envy her?
text_transcription: SHE TIRES OF HOME AND FAIN WOULD SEE THE BRIGHTEST CLIME OF EARTH AND SO SHE SAILS FOR SUMMER LANDS WITH FRIENDS TO SHARE HER MIRTH SHE WAVES HER JEWELLED HAND TO ME THE OPAL SPRAY CLOUDS FLY SHE LEAVES ME WITH A FADING SHORE DO I ENVY HER
phonemes: ʃiː tˈaɪɚz ʌv hˈoʊm, ænd fˈeɪn wʊd sˈiː ðə bɹˈaɪɾɪst klˈaɪm ʌv ˈɜːθ, ænd sˌoʊ ʃiː sˈeɪlz fɔːɹ sˈʌmɚ lˈændz wɪð fɹˈɛndz tə ʃˈɛɹ hɜː mˈɜːθ; ʃiː wˈeɪvz hɜː dʒˈuːəld hˈænd tə mˌiː ðɪ ˈoʊpəl spɹˈeɪ klˈaʊdz flˈaɪ; ʃiː lˈiːvz mˌiː wɪððə fˈeɪdɪŋ ʃˈɔːɹ dˈuː aɪ ˈɛnvi hɜː?