text_original: When I am only fit to go to bed, Or hobble out to sit within the sun, Ring down the curtain, say the play is done, And the last petals of the poppy shed! I do not want to live when I am old, I have no use for things I cannot love; And when the day that I am talking of (Which God forfend!) is come, it will be cold.
text_transcription: WHEN I AM ONLY FIT TO GO TO BED OR HOBBLE OUT TO SIT WITHIN THE SUN HURRING DOWN THE CURTAIN SAY THE PLAY IS DONE AND THE LAST PETALS OF THE POPPY SHED I DO NOT WANT TO LIVE WHEN I AM OLD I HAVE NO USE FOR THINGS I CANNOT LOVE AND WHEN THE DAY THAT I AM TALKING OF WHICH GOD FORFEND IS COME IT WILL BE COLD
phonemes: wˌɛn aɪɐm ˈoʊnli fˈɪt tə ɡˌoʊ tə bˈɛd, ɔːɹ hˈɑːbəl ˈaʊt tə sˈɪt wɪðˌɪn ðə sˈʌn, ɹˈɪŋ dˌaʊn ðə kˈɜːtən, sˈeɪ ðə plˈeɪ ɪz dˈʌn, ænd ðə lˈæst pˈɛɾəlz ʌvðə pˈɑːpi ʃˈɛd! aɪ duːnˌɑːt wˈɔnt tə lˈɪv wɛn aɪɐm ˈoʊld, aɪ hæv nˈoʊ jˈuːs fɔːɹ θˈɪŋz aɪ kænˈɑːt lˈʌv; ænd wɛn ðə dˈeɪ ðæt aɪɐm tˈɔːkɪŋ ʌv (wˌɪtʃ ɡˈɑːd fˈɔːɹfɛnd!) ɪz kˈʌm, ɪt wɪl biː kˈoʊld.