text_original: " Oh ! how shall I know if your heart be stirred By a love that is not for me ; Is there ever a wind to bring me word, Across the far, far sea ? '* *^ Oh ! nothing I know of the winds of the sea, But love and life are one ; And whenever this heart thinks not of thee, Its thinking will be done."
text_transcription: O HOW SHALL I KNOW IF YOUR HEART BE STIRRED BY A LOVE THAT IS NOT FOR ME IS THERE EVER A WIND TO BRING ME WORD ACROSS THE FAR FAR SEA OH NOTHING I KNOW OF THE WINDS OF THE SEA BUT LOVE AND LIFE ARE ONE AND WHENEVER THIS HEART THINKS NOT OF THEE ITS THINKING WILL BE DONE
phonemes: " ˈoʊ ! hˌaʊ ʃˌæl aɪ nˈoʊ ɪf jʊɹ hˈɑːɹt biː stˈɜːd baɪ ɐ lˈʌv ðˈæt ɪz nˌɑːt fɔːɹ mˌiː ; ɪz ðɛɹ ˈɛvɚɹ ɐ wˈɪnd tə bɹˈɪŋ mˌiː wˈɜːd, əkɹˌɑːs ðə fˈɑːɹ, fˈɑːɹ sˈiː ? ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk ˈoʊ ! nˈʌθɪŋ aɪ nˈoʊ ʌvðə wˈɪndz ʌvðə sˈiː, bˌʌt lˈʌv ænd lˈaɪf ɑːɹ wˌʌn ; ænd wənˌɛvɚ ðɪs hˈɑːɹt θˈɪŋks nˌɑːt ʌv ðˈiː, ɪts θˈɪŋkɪŋ wɪl biː dˈʌn."