text_original: Ullagone, I'd more livin' to do, for I came back again. With the light o' the dawn in the skies I woke up to my pain, An' I heard like a twitter o' birds, an' a whishperin' sigh, 'Twas himself an' the childher that waited all night for to say their good bye.
text_transcription: ALL A GONE I'D MORE LIVING TO DO FOR I CAME BACK AGAIN WITH THE LIGHT OF THE DAWN IN THE SKIES I WOKE UP TO MY PANE AND I HEARD LIKE A TWITTER OF BIRDS AND THE WHISPERING SIGH TWAS SINCE HELP AND THE CHILDER THAT WAITED ALL NIGHT FOR TO SAY THEIR GOOD BYE
phonemes: ˈʌlæɡən, aɪd mˈɔːɹ lˈɪvɪn tə dˈuː, fɔːɹ aɪ kˈeɪm bˈæk ɐɡˈɛn. wɪððə lˈaɪt ˈoʊ ðə dˈɔːn ɪnðə skˈaɪz aɪ wˈoʊk ˌʌp tə maɪ pˈeɪn, æn aɪ hˈɜːd lˈaɪk ɐ twˈɪɾɚɹ ˈoʊ bˈɜːdz, æn ɐ wˈɪʃpɚɹˌɪn sˈaɪ, twˈɑːz hɪmsˈɛlf æn ðə tʃˈaɪldhɚ ðæt wˈeɪɾᵻd ˈɔːl nˈaɪt fɔːɹ tə sˈeɪ ðɛɹ ɡˈʊd bˈaɪ.