text_original: When the Old Year went, we said, Looking at his grim gray head, At the shoulders burden bowed, And the sad eyes dark with cloud : 204 WELCOME AND FAREWELL. " Was he ever young and fair? Did we praise his sunny hair And glad eyes, with promise lit? We can scarce remember it.
text_transcription: WHEN THE OLD YEAR WENT WE SAID LOOKING AT HIS GRIM GRAY HEAD AT THE SHOULDERS BURDEN BOWED AND THE SAD EYES DARK WITH CLOUD WAS HE EVER YOUNG AND FAIR DID WE PRAISE HIS SUNNY HAIR AND GLAD EYES WITH PROMISE LIT WE CAN SCARCE REMEMBER IT
phonemes: wˌɛn ðɪ ˈoʊld jˈɪɹ wˈɛnt, wiː sˈɛd, lˈʊkɪŋ æt hɪz ɡɹˈɪm ɡɹˈeɪ hˈɛd, æt ðə ʃˈoʊldɚz bˈɜːdən bˈaʊd, ænd ðə sˈæd ˈaɪz dˈɑːɹk wɪð klˈaʊd : tˈuːhˈʌndɹɪd fˈɔːɹ wˈɛlkʌm ænd fɛɹwˈɛl. " wʌz hiː ˈɛvɚ jˈʌŋ ænd fˈɛɹ? dˈɪd wiː pɹˈeɪz hɪz sˈʌni hˈɛɹ ænd ɡlˈæd ˈaɪz, wɪð pɹˈɑːmɪs lˈɪt? wiː kæn skˈɛɹs ɹᵻmˈɛmbɚɹ ɪt.