text_original: Morning was ever the daughter of night; All that was black will be all that is bright, Cheerily, cheerily, then cheer up. Many a foe is a friend in disguise, Many a trouble a blessing most true, Helping the heart to be happy and wise, With love ever precious and joys ever new.
text_transcription: MORNING WAS EVER THE DAUGHTER OF NIGHT ALL THAT WAS BLACK WILL BE ALL THAT IS BRIGHT CHEERILY CHEERILY THEN CHEER UP MANY A FOE IS A FRIEND IN DISGUISE MANY A TROUBLE A BLESSING MOST TRUE HELPING THE HEART TO BE HAPPY AND WISE WITH LOVE EVER PRECIOUS AND JOYS EVER NEW
phonemes: mˈɔːɹnɪŋ wʌz ˈɛvɚ ðə dˈɔːɾɚɹ ʌv nˈaɪt; ˈɔːl ðæt wʌz blˈæk wɪl biː ˈɔːl ðæt ɪz bɹˈaɪt, tʃˈɪɹili, tʃˈɪɹili, ðˈɛn tʃˈɪɹ ˈʌp. mˈɛni ɐ fˈoʊ ɪz ɐ fɹˈɛnd ɪn dɪsɡˈaɪz, mˈɛni ɐ tɹˈʌbəl ɐ blˈɛsɪŋ mˈoʊst tɹˈuː, hˈɛlpɪŋ ðə hˈɑːɹt təbi hˈæpi ænd wˈaɪz, wɪð lˈʌv ˈɛvɚ pɹˈɛʃəs ænd dʒˈɔɪz ˈɛvɚ nˈuː.