text_original: Now soon will come The apple, pear, and plum And hinds will sing, and autumn insects hum. Again you will fare To cider makings rare, And junketings; but I shall not be there.
text_transcription: NOW SOON WILL COME THE APPLE PEAR AND PLUM AND HINDS WILL SING AND AUTUMN INSECTS HUM AGAIN YOU WILL FARE TO CIDER MAKINGS RARE AND JUNKETINGS BUT I SHALL NOT BE THERE
phonemes: nˈaʊ sˈuːn wɪl kˈʌm ðɪ ˈæpəl, pˈɛɹ, ænd plˈʌm ænd hˈaɪndz wɪl sˈɪŋ, ænd ˈɔːɾʌm ˈɪnsɛkts hˈʌm. ɐɡˈɛn juː wɪl fˈɛɹ tə sˈaɪdɚ mˌeɪkɪŋz ɹˈɛɹ, ænd dʒˈʌŋkɪɾɪŋz; bˌʌt aɪʃˌɐl nˌɑːt biː ðˈɛɹ.