text_original: Were I a rose out in the garden growing My sweetness I would give the vagrant breeze For he, perchance, might meet thee all unknowing   Yet bring thee memories.
text_transcription: WERE I AROSE OUT IN THE GARDEN GROWING MY SWEETNESS I WOULD GIVE THE VAGRANT BREEZE FOR HE PERCHANCE MIGHT MEET THEE ALL UNKNOWING YET BRING THEE MEMORIES
phonemes: wɜːɹ aɪ ɐ ɹˈoʊz ˈaʊt ɪnðə ɡˈɑːɹdən ɡɹˈoʊɪŋ maɪ swˈiːtnəs aɪ wʊd ɡˈɪv ðə vˈeɪɡɹənt bɹˈiːz fɔːɹ hiː, pɚtʃˈæns, mˌaɪt mˈiːt ðiː ˈɔːl ʌnnˈoʊɪŋ jˈɛt bɹˈɪŋ ðiː mˈɛmɚɹiz.