text_original: He thought  "_Oh God_! _to be off somewhere_ _Afar with you_, _from this scene of fashion_; _To know you were mine_, _and to have you care_, _And to lose myself in the crimson snare_ _Of your lips_, _in a kiss of passion_." He said  "You are going abroad, no doubt, This land of Liberty coldly scorning.
text_transcription: HE THOUGHT O GOD TO BE OFF SOMEWHERE FAR WITH YOU FROM THIS SCENE OF FASHION TO KNOW YOU WERE MINE AND TO HAVE YOU CARE AND TO LOSE MYSELF IN THE CRIMSON SNARE OF YOUR LIPS IN A KISS OF PASSION HE SAID YOU ARE GOING ABROAD NO DOUBT THIS LAND OF LIBERTY COLDLY SCORNING
phonemes: hiː θˈɔːt  "ˈoʊ ɡˈɑːd! təbi ˈɔf sˈʌmwɛɹ ɐfˈɑːɹ wɪð juː, fɹʌm ðɪs sˈiːn ʌv fˈæʃən; tə nˈoʊ juː wɜː mˈaɪn, ænd tə hæv juː kˈɛɹ, ænd tə lˈuːz maɪsˈɛlf ɪnðə kɹˈɪmsən snˈɛɹ ʌv jʊɹ lˈɪps, ɪn ɐ kˈɪs ʌv pˈæʃən." hiː sˈɛd  "juː ɑːɹ ɡˌoʊɪŋ ɐbɹˈɔːd, nˈoʊ dˈaʊt, ðɪs lˈænd ʌv lˈɪbɚɾi kˈoʊldli skˈɔːɹnɪŋ.