text_original: With the sun, and the skies, and the birds above me, Birds that sing as they wheel and fly   With the winds to follow and say they love me   Who could be lonely? O ho, not I!
text_transcription: WITH THE SUN AND THE SKIES AND THE BIRDS ABOVE ME BIRDS THAT SING AS THEY WHEEL AND FLY WITH THE WINDS TO FOLLOW AND SAY THEY LOVE ME WHO COULD BE LONELY OH NO NOT I
phonemes: wɪððə sˈʌn, ænd ðə skˈaɪz, ænd ðə bˈɜːdz əbˈʌv mˌiː, bˈɜːdz ðæt sˈɪŋ æz ðeɪ wˈiːl ænd flˈaɪ wɪððə wˈɪndz tə fˈɑːloʊ ænd sˈeɪ ðeɪ lˈʌv mˌiː hˌuː kʊd biː lˈoʊnli? ˈoʊ hˈoʊ, nˌɑːt ˈaɪ!