text_original: Oh, I long to be alone, and walk abroad a mile, Yet if I walk alone, and think of naught at all, Why from me that's young should the wild tears fall?
text_transcription: OH I LONG TO OBELLO AND WALK ABROAD A MILE YET IF I WALK ALONE AND THINK OF NOT AT ALL WHY FROM ME THAT'S YOUNG SHOULD DO WILD TEARS FALL
phonemes: ˈoʊ, aɪ lˈɔŋ təbi ɐlˈoʊn, ænd wˈɔːk ɐbɹˈɔːd ɐ mˈaɪl, jˈɛt ɪf aɪ wˈɔːk ɐlˈoʊn, ænd θˈɪŋk ʌv nˈɔːt æɾ ˈɔːl, wˌaɪ fɹʌm mˌiː ðæts jˈʌŋ ʃˌʊd ðə wˈaɪld tˈɪɹz fˈɔːl?