text_original: Unlock the doors where joy hath been in hiding, Though barred they be and strong, And send black grief far down the wind a riding   Sing me a song.
text_transcription: UNLOCK THE DOORS WHERE JOY HATH BEEN IN HIDING THOUGH BARD THEY BE AND STRONG AND SEND BLACK GRIEF FAR DOWN THE WIND A RIDING SING ME A SONG
phonemes: ʌnlˈɑːk ðə dˈɔːɹz wˌɛɹ dʒˈɔɪ hæθ bˌɪn ɪn hˈaɪdɪŋ, ðˌoʊ bˈɑːɹd ðeɪ biː ænd stɹˈɔŋ, ænd sˈɛnd blˈæk ɡɹˈiːf fˈɑːɹ dˌaʊn ðə wˈɪnd ɐ ɹˈaɪdɪŋ sˈɪŋ mˌiː ɐ sˈɔŋ.