text_original: I mind the long, white road that ran between the hedgerows neat, In that little, strange old world I left behind me long ago, I mind the air so full of bells at evening, far and sweet   All and all for someone else  I had leave to go!
text_transcription: I MIND THE LONG WHITE ROAD THAT RAN BETWEEN THE HEDGEROWS NEAT IN THAT LITTLE STRANGE OLD WORLD I LEFT BEHIND ME LONG AGO I MIND THE AIR SO FULL OF BELLS AT EVENING FAR AND SWEET ALL AND ALL FOR SOME ONE ELSE I HAD LEAVE TO GO
phonemes: aɪ mˈaɪnd ðə lˈɔŋ, wˈaɪt ɹˈoʊd ðæt ɹˈæn bᵻtwˌiːn ðə hˈɛdʒɹoʊz nˈiːt, ɪn ðæt lˈɪɾəl, stɹˈeɪndʒ ˈoʊld wˈɜːld aɪ lˈɛft bᵻhˌaɪnd mˌiː lˈɔŋ ɐɡˈoʊ, aɪ mˈaɪnd ðɪ ˈɛɹ sˌoʊ fˈʊl ʌv bˈɛlz æɾ ˈiːvnɪŋ, fˈɑːɹ ænd swˈiːt ˈɔːl ænd ˈɔːl fɔːɹ sˈʌmwʌn ˈɛls aɪ hæd lˈiːv tə ɡˈoʊ!