text_original: forlorn." The father let these foolish groans go by; A month pass'd  every moment tear or sigh. Another month, and ribbons load her table; She changed her dress, and cast away her sable. The flock of Cupids to the dovecot back Came flying, now unscared by scarecrow black. Smiles, sports, and dances follow in their train, She bathes in youth's bright fountain once again.
text_transcription: FORLORN THE FATHER LET THESE FOOLISH GROANS GO BY A MONTH PASSED EVERY MOMENT TEAR OR SIGH ANOTHER MONTH AND RIBBONS LOADED HER TABLE SHE CHANGED HER DRESS AND CAST AWAY HER SABLE THE FLOCK OF CUPIDS TO THE DOVE CAT BECK CAME FLYING NOW UNSCARED BY SCARECROW BLACK SMILES SPORTS AND DANCES FOLLOW IN THEIR TRAIN SHE BATHES IN YOUTH'S BRIGHT FOUNTAIN ONCE AGAIN
phonemes: fˈɔːɹlɔːɹn." ðə fˈɑːðɚ lˈɛt ðiːz fˈuːlɪʃ ɡɹˈoʊnz ɡˌoʊ bˈaɪ; ɐ mˈʌnθ pˈæsd ˈɛvɹi mˈoʊmənt tˈɪɹ ɔːɹ sˈaɪ. ɐnˈʌðɚ mˈʌnθ, ænd ɹˈɪbənz lˈoʊd hɜː tˈeɪbəl; ʃiː tʃˈeɪndʒd hɜː dɹˈɛs, ænd kˈæst ɐwˈeɪ hɜː sˈeɪbəl. ðə flˈɑːk ʌv kjˈuːpɪdz tə ðə dˈʌvkɑːt bˈæk kˈeɪm flˈaɪɪŋ, nˈaʊ ʌnskˈɛɹd baɪ skˈɛɹkɹoʊ blˈæk. smˈaɪlz, spˈɔːɹts, ænd dˈænsᵻz fˈɑːloʊ ɪn ðɛɹ tɹˈeɪn, ʃiː bˈeɪðz ɪn jˈuːθz bɹˈaɪt fˈaʊntɪn wˈʌns ɐɡˈɛn.