text_original: Thou art fairest of them all, Ivory limbed and strong and tall, Gold hair blown back, and deep eyes Full of happy prophecies ; Rose bloom on thy youthful cheek. Welcome, child ! " And all the while The sweet New Year did not speak, Though we thought we saw him smile.
text_transcription: THOU ART FAIREST OF THEM ALL IVORY LIMBED AND STRONG AND TALL GOLD HAIR BLOWN BACK AND DEEP EYES FULL OF HAPPY PROPHECIES ROSE BLOOM ON THY YOUTHFUL CHEEK WELCOME CHILD AND ALL THE WHILE THE SWEET NEW YEAR DID NOT SPEAK THOUGH WE THOUGHT WE SAW HIM SMILE
phonemes: ðˈaʊ ˈɑːɹt fˈɛɹəst ʌv ðˌɛm ˈɔːl, ˈaɪvɚɹi lˈɪmd ænd stɹˈɔŋ ænd tˈɔːl, ɡˈoʊld hˈɛɹ blˈoʊn bˈæk, ænd dˈiːp ˈaɪz fˈʊl ʌv hˈæpi pɹˈɑːfəsiz ; ɹˈoʊz blˈuːm ˌɔn ðˌaɪ jˈuːθfəl tʃˈiːk. wˈɛlkʌm, tʃˈaɪld ! " ænd ˈɔːl ðə wˈaɪl ðə swˈiːt nˈuː jˈɪɹ dɪdnˌɑːt spˈiːk, ðˌoʊ wiː θˈɔːt wiː sˈɔː hˌɪm smˈaɪl.