text_original: A blithe young maiden a song of love Sang out on the summer air; The birds took the notes, on their boughs above And answered her, cheerily, there!
text_transcription: HER BLITHE YOUNG MAIDEN A SONG OF LOVE SANG OUT ON A SUMMER AY THE BIRDS TOOK THEIR NOTES ON THEIR BOWS ABOVE AND ANSWERED HER CHEERILY DAY
phonemes: ɐ blˈaɪð jˈʌŋ mˈeɪdən ɐ sˈɔŋ ʌv lˈʌv sˈæŋ ˈaʊt ɔnðə sˈʌmɚɹ ˈɛɹ; ðə bˈɜːdz tˈʊk ðə nˈoʊts, ˌɔn ðɛɹ bˈaʊz əbˌʌv ænd ˈænsɚd hɜː, tʃˈɪɹili, ðˈɛɹ!