text_original: "Be happy while she has it, For she'll not have it long; A year, and then you'll pass it, Preparing a new song. And I'm a fool for prating Of what a year may bring, When more like her are waiting For more like you to sing.
text_transcription: BE HAPPY WHILE SHE HAS IT FOR SHE'LL NOT HAVE IT LONG A YEAR AND THEN YOU'LL PASS IT PREPARING A NEW SONG AND I'M A FOOL FOR PRATING OF WHAT A YEAR MAY BRING WHEN MORE LIKE HER ARE WAITING FOR MORE LIKE YOU TO SING
phonemes: "biː hˈæpi wˌaɪl ʃiː hˌæzɪt, fɔːɹ ʃiːl nˌɑːɾɐv ɪt lˈɔŋ; ɐ jˈɪɹ, ænd ðˈɛn juːl pˈæs ɪt, pɹɪpˈɛɹɪŋ ɐ nˈuː sˈɔŋ. ænd aɪm ɐ fˈuːl fɔːɹ pɹˈeɪɾɪŋ ʌv wʌt ɐ jˈɪɹ mˈeɪ bɹˈɪŋ, wˌɛn mˈɔːɹ lˈaɪk hɜːɹ ɑːɹ wˈeɪɾɪŋ fɔːɹ mˈɔːɹ lˈaɪk juː tə sˈɪŋ.