text_original: I shall go no more to his grave, For the woods are cold. I shall gather as much of joy As my hands can hold. I shall stay all day in the sun Where the wide winds blow,   But oh, I shall cry at night When none will know.
text_transcription: I SHALL GO NO MORE TO HIS GRAVE FOR THE WOODS ARE COLD I SHALL GATHER AS MUCH OF JOY AS MY HANDS CAN HOLD I SHALL STAY ALL DAY IN THE SUN WHERE THE WIDE WINDS BLOW BUT OH I SHALL CRY AT NIGHT WHEN NONE WILL KNOW
phonemes: aɪʃˌɐl ɡˌoʊ nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ tə hɪz ɡɹˈeɪv, fɚðə wˈʊdz ɑːɹ kˈoʊld. aɪʃˌɐl ɡˈæðɚɹ æz mˈʌtʃ ʌv dʒˈɔɪ æz maɪ hˈændz kæn hˈoʊld. aɪʃˌɐl stˈeɪ ˈɔːl dˈeɪ ɪnðə sˈʌn wˌɛɹ ðə wˈaɪd wˈɪndz blˈoʊ,   bˌʌt ˈoʊ, aɪʃˌɐl kɹˈaɪ æt nˈaɪt wɛn nˈʌn wɪl nˈoʊ.