text_original: 132 OH ! WHAT WOULD IT MATTER ? Oh ! what would it matter to night, love, If our two hearts should break, — The earth would roll on all right, love, Nor trouble for our poor sake ; The stars would look down from their giddy height. And the deep blue deeper grow. Till the sun broke free from the clinging night. To waken his world below.
text_transcription: OH WHAT WOULD IT MATTER OH WHAT WOULD IT MATTER TO NIGHT LOVE IF OUR TWO HEARTS SHOULD BREAK THE EARTH WOULD ROLL ON ALL RIGHT LOVE NOR TROUBLE FOR OUR POOR SAKE THE STARS WOULD LOOK DOWN FROM THEIR GIDDY HEIGHT AND THE DEEP BLUE DEEPER GROW TILL THE SUN BROKE FREE FROM THE CLINGING NIGHT TO WAKEN HIS WORLD BELOW
phonemes: wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd θˈɜːɾi tˈuː ˈoʊ ! wˌʌt wʊd ˌaɪtˈiː mˈæɾɚ ? ˈoʊ ! wˌʌt wʊd ɪt mˈæɾɚ tə nˈaɪt, lˈʌv, ɪf ˌaʊɚ tˈuː hˈɑːɹts ʃˌʊd bɹˈeɪk, — ðɪ ˈɜːθ wʊd ɹˈoʊl ˌɔn ˈɔːl ɹˈaɪt, lˈʌv, nˈɔːɹ tɹˈʌbəl fɔːɹ ˌaʊɚ pˈʊɹ sˈeɪk ; ðə stˈɑːɹz wʊd lˈʊk dˌaʊn fɹʌm ðɛɹ ɡˈɪdi hˈaɪt. ænd ðə dˈiːp blˈuː dˈiːpɚ ɡɹˈoʊ. tˈɪl ðə sˈʌn bɹˈoʊk fɹˈiː fɹʌmðə klˈɪŋɪŋ nˈaɪt. tə wˈeɪkən hɪz wˈɜːld bᵻlˈoʊ.