text_original: So I wait for another morn And another night In this soul sick blight; And I wonder much As I sit, why such A woman as I was born!
text_transcription: SO I WAIT FOR ANOTHER MORN AND ANOTHER NIGHT IN THIS SOUL SICK BLIGHT AND I WONDER MUCH AS I SIT WHILE SUCH A WOMAN AS I WAS BORN
phonemes: sˌoʊ aɪ wˈeɪt fɔːɹ ɐnˈʌðɚ mˈɔːɹn ænd ɐnˈʌðɚ nˈaɪt ɪn ðɪs sˈoʊl sˈɪk blˈaɪt; ænd aɪ wˈʌndɚ mˈʌtʃ æz aɪ sˈɪt, wˌaɪ sˈʌtʃ ɐ wˈʊmən æz aɪ wʌz bˈɔːɹn!