text_original: * * * * * My one wee song I sing in the even, When the home doth gather its loved ones close, And the world's afar and hearts grow nearer, And the jar of life sinks into repose.
text_transcription: MY ONE WEE SONG I SING IN THE EVEN WHEN THE HOME DOTH GATHER ITS LOVED ONE'S CLOTHES AND THE WORLDS AFAR AND HEARTS GROW NEARER AND THE JAR OF LIFE SINKS INTO REPOSE
phonemes: ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk maɪ wˈʌn wˈiː sˈɔŋ aɪ sˈɪŋ ɪnðɪ ˈiːvən, wˌɛn ðə hˈoʊm dʌθ ɡˈæðɚɹ ɪts lˈʌvd wˈʌnz klˈoʊs, ænd ðə wˈɜːldz ɐfˈɑːɹ ænd hˈɑːɹts ɡɹˈoʊ nˈɪɹɚ, ænd ðə dʒˈɑːɹ ʌv lˈaɪf sˈɪŋks ˌɪntʊ ɹᵻpˈoʊz.