text_original: LOST LOVE I PLAY my sweet old airs— The airs he knew When our love was true— But he does not balk His determined walk, And passes up the stairs.
text_transcription: LOST LOVE I PLAY MY SWEET OLD AIRS THE AIRS HE KNEW WHEN OUR LOVE WAS TRUE BUT HE DOES NOT BALK HIS DETERMINED WALK AND PASSES UP THE STAIRS
phonemes: lˈɔst lˈʌv aɪ plˈeɪ maɪ swˈiːt ˈoʊld ˈɛɹz— ðɪ ˈɛɹz hiː nˈuː wɛn ˌaʊɚ lˈʌv wʌz tɹˈuː— bˌʌt hiː dʌznˌɑːt bˈɔːk hɪz dɪtˈɜːmɪnd wˈɔːk, ænd pˈæsᵻz ˌʌp ðə stˈɛɹz.