text_original: WHEN I go through the meadows brown, Where stand the tall weeds, sere and dead, Think you I find no beauty there, Since Summer through the fields has fled?
text_transcription: WHEN I GO THROUGH THE MEADOWS BROWN WHERE STAND THE TALL WEEDS SERE AND DEAD THINK YOU I FIND NO BEAUTY THERE SINCE SUMMER THROUGH THE FIELDS HAS FLED
phonemes: wˌɛn aɪ ɡˌoʊ θɹuː ðə mˈɛdoʊz bɹˈaʊn, wˌɛɹ stˈænd ðə tˈɔːl wˈiːdz, sˈɪɹ ænd dˈɛd, θˈɪŋk juː aɪ fˈaɪnd nˈoʊ bjˈuːɾi ðˈɛɹ, sˈɪns sˈʌmɚ θɹuː ðə fˈiːldz hɐz flˈɛd?