text_original: Our love was bright and cheerful A little while agone; Now he is pale and tearful, And  yes, I've seen him yawn. So tired is he of kisses That he can only weep; The one dear thing he misses And longs for now is sleep.
text_transcription: OUR LOVE WAS BRIGHT AND CHEERFUL A LITTLE WHILE AGONE NOW HE IS PALE AND TEARFUL AND YES I'VE SEEN HIM YAWN SO TIRED IS HE OF KISSES THAT HE CAN ONLY WEEP THE ONE DEAR THING HE MISSES AND LONGS FOR NOW IS SLEEP
phonemes: ˌaʊɚ lˈʌv wʌz bɹˈaɪt ænd tʃˈɪɹfəl ɐ lˈɪɾəl wˌaɪl ˈæɡɑːn; nˈaʊ hiː ɪz pˈeɪl ænd tˈɪɹfəl, ænd jˈɛs, aɪv sˈiːn hˌɪm jˈɔːn. sˌoʊ tˈaɪɚd ɪz hiː ʌv kˈɪsᵻz ðæt hiː kæn ˈoʊnli wˈiːp; ðə wˈʌn dˈɪɹ θˈɪŋ hiː mˈɪsɪz ænd lˈɔŋz fɔːɹ nˈaʊ ɪz slˈiːp.