text_original: One word, ere yet the evening ends, — Let 's close it with a parting rhyme; And pledge a hand to all young friends, As flits the merry Christmas time; On life's wide scene you, too, have parts That fate erelong shall bid you play; Good night!
text_transcription: ONE WORD ERE YET THE EVENING ENDS LET'S CLOSE IT WITH A PARTING RHYME AND PLEDGE A HAND TO ALL YOUNG FRIENDS AS FLITS THE MERRY CHRISTMAS TIME ON LIFE'S WIDE SEEN YOU TOO HAVE PARTS THAT FATE ERE LONG SHALL BID YOU PLAY GOOD NIGHT
phonemes: wˈʌn wˈɜːd, ˈɛɹ jˈɛt ðɪ ˈiːvnɪŋ ˈɛndz, — lˈɛt ˈɛs klˈoʊs ɪt wɪð ɐ pˈɑːɹɾɪŋ ɹˈaɪm; ænd plˈɛdʒ ɐ hˈænd tʊ ˈɔːl jˈʌŋ fɹˈɛndz, æz flˈɪts ðə mˈɛɹi kɹˈɪsməs tˈaɪm; ˌɔn lˈaɪfz wˈaɪd sˈiːn juː, tˈuː, hæv pˈɑːɹts ðæt fˈeɪt ɪɹˈɛlɔŋ ʃˌæl bˈɪd juː plˈeɪ; ɡˈʊd nˈaɪt!