text_original: Ah! me, forlorn! My darling Bob would follow me, In town or in the country, up and down, O'er all the world, with tread for tread, If I but showed a bit of bread. A furlong off my step he knew, And to my piping time kept true. Alas! poor Bobby!"
text_transcription: AH ME FORLORN MY DARLING BOB WOULD FOLLOW ME IN TOWN OR IN THE COUNTRY UP AND DOWN OVER ALL THE WORLD WITH TREAD FOR TREAD IF I BUT SHOWED A BIT OF BREAD A FURLONG OF MY STEP HE KNEW AND TO MY PIPING TIME KEPT TRUE ALAS POOR BOBBY
phonemes: ˈɑː! mˈiː, fˈɔːɹlɔːɹn! maɪ dˈɑːɹlɪŋ bˈɑːb wʊd fˈɑːloʊ mˌiː, ɪn tˈaʊn ɔːɹ ɪnðə kˈʌntɹi, ˌʌp ænd dˈaʊn, ˈɔːɹ ˈɔːl ðə wˈɜːld, wɪð tɹˈɛd fɔːɹ tɹˈɛd, ɪf aɪ bˌʌt ʃˈoʊd ɐ bˈɪt ʌv bɹˈɛd. ɐ fˈɜːlɔŋ ˈɔf maɪ stˈɛp hiː nˈuː, ænd tə maɪ pˈaɪpɪŋ tˈaɪm kˈɛpt tɹˈuː. ɐlˈæs! pˈʊɹ bˈɑːbi!"