text_original: At the fount the bowl is broken, I shall drink it not again, All my longing prayers are spoken, And felt, ah, woe is me, in vain!
text_transcription: AT THE FOUL THE BOWL IS BROKEN I SHALL DRINK IT NOT AGAIN ALL MY LONGING PRAYERS ARE SPOKEN AND FELT AH WOE IS ME IN VAIN
phonemes: æt ðə fˈaʊnt ðə bˈoʊl ɪz bɹˈoʊkən, aɪʃˌɐl dɹˈɪŋk ɪt nˌɑːt ɐɡˈɛn, ˈɔːl maɪ lˈɔŋɪŋ pɹˈɛɹz ɑːɹ spˈoʊkən, ænd fˈɛlt, ˈɑː, wˈoʊ ɪz mˌiː, ɪn vˈeɪn!