text_original: It was beneath a waning moon when all the woods were sear, And winds made eddies of the leaves that whispered far and near, I met her on the old mill bridge we parted at last year.
text_transcription: IT WAS BENEATH THE WANING MOON WHEN ALL THE WOODS WERE SERE AND WINDS MADE EDDIES OF THE LEAVES THAT WHISPERED FAR AND NEAR I MET HER ON THE OLD MILL BRIDGE WE PARTED AT LAST YEAR
phonemes: ɪt wʌz bᵻnˌiːθ ɐ wˈeɪnɪŋ mˈuːn wɛn ˈɔːl ðə wˈʊdz wɜː sˈɪɹ, ænd wˈɪndz mˌeɪd ˈɛdɪz ʌvðə lˈiːvz ðæt wˈɪspɚd fˈɑːɹ ænd nˈɪɹ, aɪ mˈɛt hɜːɹ ɔnðɪ ˈoʊld mˈɪl bɹˈɪdʒ wiː pˈɑːɹɾᵻd æt lˈæst jˈɪɹ.