text_original: When Love Goes I O mother, I am sick of love, I cannot laugh nor lift my head, My bitter dreams have broken me, I would my love were dead. "Drink of the draught I brew for thee, Thou shalt have quiet in its stead."
text_transcription: WHEN LOVE GOES ONE O MOTHER I AM SICK OF LOVE I CANNOT LAUGH NOR LIFT MY HEAD MY BITTER DREAMS HAVE BROKEN ME I WOULD MY LOVE WERE DEAD DRINK OFF THE DRAUGHT I BREW FOR THEE THOU SHALT HAVE QUIET IN ITS STEAD
phonemes: wˌɛn lˈʌv ɡoʊz aɪ ˈoʊ mˈʌðɚ, aɪɐm sˈɪk ʌv lˈʌv, aɪ kænˈɑːt lˈæf nˈɔːɹ lˈɪft maɪ hˈɛd, maɪ bˈɪɾɚ dɹˈiːmz hæv bɹˈoʊkən mˌiː, aɪ wʊd maɪ lˈʌv wɜː dˈɛd. "dɹˈɪŋk ʌvðə dɹˈæft aɪ bɹˈuː fɔːɹ ðˈiː, ðˈaʊ ʃˌælt hæv kwˈaɪət ɪn ɪts stˈɛd."