text_original: Lillies and roses blow Above his quiet head, He will not hear nor know In his low bed. Something of love and grace With that old kindly face Is missing from the place Since he his dead.
text_transcription: LILIES AND ROSES BLOW ABOVE HIS QUIET HEAD HE WILL NOT HEAR NOR KNOW IN HIS LOW BED SOMETHING OF LOVE AND GRACE WITH THAT ODD KINDLY FACE IS MISSING FROM THE PLACE SINCE HE IS DEAD
phonemes: lˈɪliz ænd ɹˈoʊzᵻz blˈoʊ əbˌʌv hɪz kwˈaɪət hˈɛd, hiː wɪl nˌɑːt hˈɪɹ nˈɔːɹ nˈoʊ ɪn hɪz lˈoʊ bˈɛd. sˈʌmθɪŋ ʌv lˈʌv ænd ɡɹˈeɪs wɪð ðæt ˈoʊld kˈaɪndli fˈeɪs ɪz mˈɪsɪŋ fɹʌmðə plˈeɪs sˈɪns hiː hɪz dˈɛd.