text_original: Farewell, old Fifty five  as ling'ring still Thy last faint echoes on the ear expire, And sadd'ning thoughts the heaving bosom fill, Hope strings anew her animating lyre.
text_transcription: FAREWELL OLD FIFTY FIVE AS LINGERING STILL THY LAST FAINT ECHOES ON THE EAR EXPIRE AND SADDENING THOUGHTS THE HEAVING BOSOM FILL HOPE STRINGS ANEW HER ANIMATING LYRE
phonemes: fɛɹwˈɛl, ˈoʊld fˈɪfti fˈaɪv æz lˈɪŋɹɪŋ stˈɪl ðˌaɪ lˈæst fˈeɪnt ˈɛkoʊz ɔnðɪ ˈɪɹ ɛkspˈaɪɚ, ænd sˈædnɪŋ θˈɔːts ðə hˈiːvɪŋ bˈʊzəm fˈɪl, hˈoʊp stɹˈɪŋz ɐnˈuː hɜːɹ ˈænɪmˌeɪɾɪŋ lˈaɪɚ.