text_original: Gentle, Lady, be thy sleeping, Peaceful may thy dreamings be, While around thy soul is sweeping, Dreamy winged, our melody; Chant we, Brothers, sad and slow, Let our song be soft and low As the voice of other years, Let our hearts within us melt, To gentleness, as if we felt The dropping of our mother's tears. Lady!
text_transcription: GENTLE LADY BE THY SLEEPING PEACEFUL MAY THY DREAMINGS BE WHILE AROUND THY SOUL IS SWEEPING DREAMY WINGED OUR MELODY CHANT WE BROTHERS SAD AND SLOW LET OUR SONG BE SOFTT AND LOW AS THE VOICE OF OTHER YEARS LET OUR HEARTS WITHIN US MELT TO GENTLENESS AS IF WE FELT THE DROPPING OF OUR MOTHER'S TEARS LADY
phonemes: dʒˈɛntəl, lˈeɪdi, biː ðˌaɪ slˈiːpɪŋ, pˈiːsfəl mˈeɪ ðˌaɪ dɹˈiːmɪŋz bˈiː, wˌaɪl ɚɹˈaʊnd ðˌaɪ sˈoʊl ɪz swˈiːpɪŋ, dɹˈiːmi wˈɪŋd, ˌaʊɚ mˈɛlədi; tʃˈænt wiː, bɹˈʌðɚz, sˈæd ænd slˈoʊ, lˈɛt ˌaʊɚ sˈɔŋ biː sˈɔft ænd lˈoʊ æz ðə vˈɔɪs ʌv ˈʌðɚ jˈɪɹz, lˈɛt ˌaʊɚ hˈɑːɹts wɪðˌɪn ˌʌs mˈɛlt, tə dʒˈɛntəlnəs, æz ɪf wiː fˈɛlt ðə dɹˈɑːpɪŋ ʌv ˌaʊɚ mˈʌðɚz tˈɪɹz. lˈeɪdi!