text_original: LAST YEAR'S LOVE THE silver boy went down to meet the morn, His eyes were azure and his lips were red, And golden tendrils did his brow adorn And mimic sunbeams round his laughing head ; The misty meadows caught his cry of joy : Oh, summer ! summer ! sang the silver boy.
text_transcription: LAST YEAR'S LOVE THE SILVER BOY WENT DOWN TO MEET THE MORN HIS EYES WERE AZURE AND HIS LIPS WERE RED AND GOLDEN TENDRILS DID HIS BROW ADORN AND MIMIC SUNBEAMS ROUND HIS LAUGHING HEAD THE MISTY MEADOWS CAUGHT HIS CRY OF JOY OH SUMMER SUMMER SANG THE SILVER BOY
phonemes: lˈæst jˈɪɹz lˈʌv ðə sˈɪlvɚ bˈɔɪ wɛnt dˌaʊn tə mˈiːt ðə mˈɔːɹn, hɪz ˈaɪz wɜːɹ ˈæʒɚ ænd hɪz lˈɪps wɜː ɹˈɛd, ænd ɡˈoʊldən tˈɛndɹəlz dˈɪd hɪz bɹˈaʊ ɐdˈɔːɹn ænd mˈɪmɪk sˈʌnbiːmz ɹˈaʊnd hɪz lˈæfɪŋ hˈɛd ; ðə mˈɪsti mˈɛdoʊz kˈɔːt hɪz kɹˈaɪ ʌv dʒˈɔɪ : ˈoʊ, sˈʌmɚ ! sˈʌmɚ ! sˈæŋ ðə sˈɪlvɚ bˈɔɪ.