text_original: Gone, the fire, the joy, the pride. Gone, the spirits' rush and flow, Gone, the life blood's surging tide,  Gone with days of long ago. 58 Yet, and if they brought you waters, Magic waters to drink up, — Youth again, renewed as then — Would you take or pass the cup
text_transcription: GONE THE FIRE THE JOY THE PRIDE GONE THE SPIRIT'S RUSH AND FLOW GONE THE LIFE'S BLOOD SURGING TIDE GONE WITH DAYS OF LONG AGO YET AND IF THEY BROUGHT YOU WATERS MAGIC WATERS TO DRINK UP YOUTH AGAIN RENEWED AS THEN WOULD YOU TAKE OR PASS THE CUP
phonemes: ɡˈɔn, ðə fˈaɪɚ, ðə dʒˈɔɪ, ðə pɹˈaɪd. ɡˈɔn, ðə spˈɪɹɪts ɹˈʌʃ ænd flˈoʊ, ɡˈɔn, ðə lˈaɪf blˈʌdz sˈɜːdʒɪŋ tˈaɪd,  ɡɔn wɪð dˈeɪz ʌv lˈɔŋ ɐɡˈoʊ. fˈɪfti ˈeɪt jˈɛt, ænd ɪf ðeɪ bɹˈɔːt juː wˈɔːɾɚz, mˈædʒɪk wˈɔːɾɚz tə dɹˈɪŋk ˈʌp, — jˈuːθ ɐɡˈɛn, ɹᵻnˈuːd æz ðˈɛn — wʊd juː tˈeɪk ɔːɹ pˈæs ðə kˈʌp