text_original: The old, old song that in the days now swift and sure are fled, Recalls its sparkle and its mirth, oblivious of its dead!
text_transcription: THE OLD OLD SONG THAT IN THE DAYS NOW SWIFT AND SURE ARE FLED RECALLS ITS SPARKLE AND ITS MIRTH OBLIVIOUS OF ITS DEAD
phonemes: ðɪ ˈoʊld, ˈoʊld sˈɔŋ ðæt ɪnðə dˈeɪz nˈaʊ swˈɪft ænd ʃˈʊɹ ɑːɹ flˈɛd, ɹˈiːkɔːlz ɪts spˈɑːɹkəl ænd ɪts mˈɜːθ, əblˈɪviəs ʌv ɪts dˈɛd!