text_original: Yet gaily sing Until the pewter ring Those songs we sang when we went gipsying. And lightly dance Some triple timed romance In coupled figures, and forget mischance; And mourn not me Beneath the yellowing tree; For I shall mind not, slumbering peacefully.
text_transcription: YET GAILY SING UNTIL THE PETER RING THOSE SONGS WE SANG WHEN WE WENT GIPSYING AND LIGHTLY DANCE SOME TRIPLE TIMEED ROMANCE IN COUPLED FIGURES AND FORGET MISCHANCE AND MOURN NOT ME BENEATH THE YELLOWING TREE FOR I SHALL MIND NOT SLUMBERING PEACEFULLY
phonemes: jˈɛt ɡˈeɪli sˈɪŋ ʌntˈɪl ðə pjˈuːɾɚ ɹˈɪŋ ðoʊz sˈɔŋz wiː sˈæŋ wɛn wiː wɛnt dʒˈɪpsiɪŋ. ænd lˈaɪtli dˈæns sˌʌm tɹˈɪpəl tˈaɪmd ɹoʊmˈæns ɪn kˈʌpəld fˈɪɡjɚz, ænd fɚɡˈɛt mɪstʃˈæns; ænd mˈɔːɹn nˌɑːt mˌiː bᵻnˌiːθ ðə jˈɛloʊɪŋ tɹˈiː; fɔːɹ aɪʃˌɐl mˈaɪnd nˈɑːt, slˈʌmbɚɹɪŋ pˈiːsfəli.