text_original: The heart grows homesick, thinking of the change When these familiar things no more shall be; When e'en the thought of them, perchance, shall fade,   Let me stay home with thee.
text_transcription: THE HEART GROWS HOMESICK THINKING OF THE CHANGE WHEN THESE FAMILIAR THINGS NO MORE SHALL BE WHEN EVEN THE THOUGHT OF THEM PERCHANCE SHALL FADE LET ME STAY HOME WITH THEE
phonemes: ðə hˈɑːɹt ɡɹˈoʊz hˈoʊmsɪk, θˈɪŋkɪŋ ʌvðə tʃˈeɪndʒ wɛn ðiːz fəmˈɪlɪɹ θˈɪŋz nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ ʃˌæl bˈiː; wˌɛn ˈɛən ðə θˈɔːt ʌv ðˌɛm, pɚtʃˈæns, ʃˌæl fˈeɪd,   lˈɛt mˌiː stˈeɪ hˈoʊm wɪð ðˈiː.