text_original: For love, my fairest rose, will last for aye. So, thro' the waning night She learned to wear her crown; Yielded her heart's sweet strife And found that love was life Set to the time the dear bird lilted down. But when the morning came The red sun burned above; Hid are the night birds all, Flower petals fade and fall; The rose is dead  and what became of love!
text_transcription: FOR LOVE MY FAIREST ROSE WILL LAST FOR RAY SO THROUGH THE WANING NIGHT SHE LEARNED TO WEAR HER CROWN HEELED HER HEART'S SWEET STRIFE AND FOUND THAT LOVE WAS LIFE SET TO THE TIME THE DEAR BIRD LILT IT DOWN BUT WHEN THE MORNING CAME THE RED SUN BURNED ABOVE HID ARE THE NIGHT BIRDS ALL FLOWER PETALS FADE AND FALL THE ROSE IS DEAD AND WHAT BECAME OF LOVE
phonemes: fɔːɹ lˈʌv, maɪ fˈɛɹəst ɹˈoʊz, wɪl lˈæst fɔːɹ ˈaɪ. sˈoʊ, θɹˈoʊ ðə wˈeɪnɪŋ nˈaɪt ʃiː lˈɜːnd tə wˈɛɹ hɜː kɹˈaʊn; jˈiːldᵻd hɜː hˈɑːɹts swˈiːt stɹˈaɪf ænd fˈaʊnd ðæt lˈʌv wʌz lˈaɪf sˈɛt tə ðə tˈaɪm ðə dˈɪɹ bˈɜːd lˈɪltᵻd dˈaʊn. bˌʌt wɛn ðə mˈɔːɹnɪŋ kˈeɪm ðə ɹˈɛd sˈʌn bˈɜːnd əbˈʌv; hˈɪd ɑːɹ ðə nˈaɪt bˈɜːdz ˈɔːl, flˈaʊɚ pˈɛɾəlz fˈeɪd ænd fˈɔːl; ðə ɹˈoʊz ɪz dˈɛd ænd wʌt bɪkˌeɪm ʌv lˈʌv!