text_original: I'll keep you warm From every storm; And yet you foolish creatures needs must go, And on the frontiers of old Boreas grow. Nature to you has been, I think, unjust."
text_transcription: I'LL KEEP YOU WARM FROM EVERY STORM AND YET YOU FOOLISH CREATURES NEEDS MUST GO AND ON THE FRONTIERS OF OLD BOREAS GROW NATURE TO YOU HAS BEEN I THINK UNJUST
phonemes: aɪl kˈiːp juː wˈɔːɹm fɹʌm ˈɛvɹi stˈɔːɹm; ænd jˈɛt juː fˈuːlɪʃ kɹˈiːtʃɚz nˈiːdz mˈʌst ɡˈoʊ, ænd ɔnðə fɹʌntˈɪɹz ʌv ˈoʊld bɔːɹˈiəz ɡɹˈoʊ. nˈeɪtʃɚ tə juː hˈæzbiːn, aɪ θˈɪŋk, ʌndʒˈʌst."