text_original: WOODBINE. THE wild bee clings to it Most fond and long. The wild bird sings to it Its sweetest song. The wild breeze brings to it A life more strong. So all things lend to thee Some charm, some grace. The world's a friend to thee, In love's embrace. All hearts do bend to thee, In thy queen's place.
text_transcription: WOODBINE THE WILD BEE CLINGS TO IT MOST FOND AND LONG THE WILD BIRD SINGS TO IT ITS SWEETEST SONG THE WILD BREEZE BRINGS TO IT A LIFE MORE STRONG SO ALL THINGS LEND TO THEE SOME CHARM SOME GRACE THE WORLD'S A FRIEND TO THEE IN LOVE'S EMBRACE ALL HEARTS DO BEND TO THEE IN THY QUEEN'S PLACE
phonemes: wˈʊdbaɪn. ðə wˈaɪld bˈiː klˈɪŋz tʊ ɪt mˈoʊst fˈɑːnd ænd lˈɔŋ. ðə wˈaɪld bˈɜːd sˈɪŋz tʊ ɪɾ ɪts swˈiːɾɪst sˈɔŋ. ðə wˈaɪld bɹˈiːz bɹˈɪŋz tʊ ɪɾ ɐ lˈaɪf mˈɔːɹ stɹˈɔŋ. sˌoʊ ˈɔːl θˈɪŋz lˈɛnd tə ðiː sˌʌm tʃˈɑːɹm, sˌʌm ɡɹˈeɪs. ðə wˈɜːldz ɐ fɹˈɛnd tə ðˈiː, ɪn lˈʌvz ɛmbɹˈeɪs. ˈɔːl hˈɑːɹts dˈuː bˈɛnd tə ðˈiː, ɪn ðˌaɪ kwˈiːnz plˈeɪs.