text_original: And the roadside rose, sweet briar, we would remember thee And the cinnamon rose that evermore enthralls each passing bee, You old, old fashioned roses, a growing wild and free.
text_transcription: AND THE ROADSIDE ROSE SWEET BRIER WE WOULD REMEBER THEE AND THE CINNAMON ROSE THAT EVERMORE ENTHRALLS EACH PASSING BEE FEW OLD OLD FASHIONED ROSES ARE GROWING WILD AND FREE
phonemes: ænd ðə ɹˈoʊdsaɪd ɹˈoʊz, swˈiːt bɹˈaɪɚ, wiː wʊd ɹᵻmˈɛmbɚ ðiː ænd ðə sˈɪnəmən ɹˈoʊz ðæt ˌɛvɚmˈɔːɹ ɛnθɹˈɔːlz ˈiːtʃ pˈæsɪŋ bˈiː, juː ˈoʊld, ˈoʊld fˈæʃənd ɹˈoʊzᵻz, ɐ ɡɹˈoʊɪŋ wˈaɪld ænd fɹˈiː.