text_original: Yet I rejoice that in an hour I saw the boy, the pretty boy ; For he has given me the power That out of sorrow bringeth joy. And so I shall not him gainsay, Though all the birds make moan above, With well a day and well a day, Ah ! well a day for love.
text_transcription: YET I REJOICE THAT IN AN HOUR I SAW THE BOY THE PRETTY BOY FOR HE HAS GIVEN ME THE POWER THAT OUT OF SORROW BRINGETH JOY AND SO I SHALL NOT HIM GAINSAY THOUGH ALL THE BIRDS MAKE MOAN ABOVE WITH WELL A DAY AND WELL A DAY AH WELL A DAY FOR LOVE
phonemes: jˈɛt aɪ ɹᵻdʒˈɔɪs ðæt ɪn ɐn ˈaʊɚɹ aɪ sˈɔː ðə bˈɔɪ, ðə pɹˈɪɾi bˈɔɪ ; fɔːɹ hiː hɐz ɡˈɪvən mˌiː ðə pˈaʊɚ ðæt ˌaʊɾəv sˈɑːɹoʊ bɹˈɪŋəθ dʒˈɔɪ. ænd sˌoʊ aɪʃˌɐl nˌɑːt hˌɪm ɡˈeɪnseɪ, ðˌoʊ ˈɔːl ðə bˈɜːdz mˌeɪk mˈoʊn əbˈʌv, wɪð wˈɛl ɐ dˈeɪ ænd wˈɛl ɐ dˈeɪ, ˈɑː ! wˈɛl ɐ dˈeɪ fɔːɹ lˈʌv.