text_original: On Thursday noon I liked you well, And fondly felt that we must dwell Not far apart, whatever befell. On Friday it was with a thrill In gazing towards your distant vill I owned you were my dear one still.
text_transcription: ON THURSDAY NOON I LIKED YOU WELL AND FONDLY FELT THAT WE MUST DWELL NOT FAR APART WHATEVER BEFELL ON FRIDAY IT WAS WITH A THRILL IN GAZING TOWARDS YOUR DISTANT VILL I OWNED YOU WERE MY DEAR ONE STILL
phonemes: ˌɔn θˈɜːzdeɪ nˈuːn aɪ lˈaɪkt juː wˈɛl, ænd fˈɑːndli fˈɛlt ðæt wiː mˈʌst dwˈɛl nˌɑːt fˈɑːɹ ɐpˈɑːɹt, wʌtˈɛvɚ bᵻfˈɛl. ˌɔn fɹˈaɪdeɪ ɪt wʌz wɪð ɐ θɹˈɪl ɪn ɡˈeɪzɪŋ təwˈɔːɹdz jʊɹ dˈɪstənt vˈɪl aɪ ˈoʊnd juː wɜː maɪ dˈɪɹ wˈʌn stˈɪl.