text_original: There still live men: think no more of the dead; I do not say at once I would be wed; But after a short time you'll see, I know, A husband young and handsome that I'll show, By no means like the sorry one you mourn."
text_transcription: THERE STILL LIVE MEN THINK NO MORE OF THE DEAD I DO NOT SAY AT ONCE I WOULD BE WED BUT AFTER A SHORT TIME YOU'LL SEE I KNOW A HUSBAND YOUNG AND HANDSOME THAT I'LL SHOW BY NO MEANS LIKE THE SORRY ONE YOU MOURN
phonemes: ðɛɹ stˈɪl lˈɪv mˈɛn: θˈɪŋk nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ ʌvðə dˈɛd; aɪ duːnˌɑːt sˈeɪ ɐtwˈʌns aɪ wʊd biː wˈɛd; bˌʌt ˈæftɚɹ ɐ ʃˈɔːɹt tˈaɪm juːl sˈiː, aɪ nˈoʊ, ɐ hˈʌsbənd jˈʌŋ ænd hˈændsʌm ðæt aɪl ʃˈoʊ, baɪ nˈoʊ mˈiːnz lˈaɪk ðə sˈɑːɹi wˈʌn juː mˈɔːɹn."