text_original: '' 83 LIKE THE KING'S OWN SON. I LOVED that boy, in his tasty dress, With a riband or two made gay ; And I 'd see him wait each day at the gate, As 1 passed on my homeward way.
text_transcription: LIKE THE KING'S OWN SON I LOVED THAT BOY IN HIS TASTY DRESS WITH A RIBBON OR TWO MADE GAY AND I'D SEE HIM WAIT EACH DAY AT THE GATE AS I PASSED ON MY HOMEWARD WAY
phonemes: ˈeɪɾi θɹˈiː lˈaɪk ðə kˈɪŋz ˈoʊn sˈʌn. aɪ lˈʌvd ðæt bˈɔɪ, ɪn hɪz tˈeɪsti dɹˈɛs, wɪð ɐ ɹˈɪbænd ɔːɹ tˈuː mˌeɪd ɡˈeɪ ; ænd aɪ dˈiː sˈiː hˌɪm wˈeɪt ˈiːtʃ dˈeɪ æt ðə ɡˈeɪt, æz wˈʌn pˈæst ˌɔn maɪ hˈoʊmwɚd wˈeɪ.