text_original: On one fine day the Miser came, his soul Glowing with joy; he found the empty nest; Bursts into tears, and sobs, and cries, He frets, and tears his thin grey hair; He's lost what he had loved the best.
text_transcription: ON ONE FINE DAY THE MISER CAME HIS SOUL GLOWING WITH JOY HE FOUND THE EMPTY NEST BURST INTO TEARS AND SOBS AND CRIES HE FRETS AND TEARS HIS THIN GRAY HAIR HE HAS LOST WHAT HE HAD LOVED THE BEST
phonemes: ˌɔn wˈʌn fˈaɪn dˈeɪ ðə mˈaɪzɚ kˈeɪm, hɪz sˈoʊl ɡlˈoʊɪŋ wɪð dʒˈɔɪ; hiː fˈaʊnd ðɪ ˈɛmpti nˈɛst; bˈɜːsts ˌɪntʊ tˈɪɹz, ænd sˈɑːbz, ænd kɹˈaɪz, hiː fɹˈɛts, ænd tˈɪɹz hɪz θˈɪn ɡɹˈeɪ hˈɛɹ; hiːz lˈɔst wʌt hiː hæd lˈʌvd ðə bˈɛst.