text_original: 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: 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: 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!