text_original: And I think I should feel as the sun went round That he was not there any more, But dews were wet on the grass grown mound On the bed of my love lying underground, And evening pale on the shore.
text_transcription: AND I THINK I SHOULD FEEL AS THE SUN WENT ROUND THAT HE WAS NOT THERE ANY MORE BUT DEWS WERE WET ON THE GRASS GROWN MOUND ON THE BED OF MY LOVE LYING UNDERGROUND AND EVENING PALE ON THE SHORE
phonemes: ænd aɪ θˈɪŋk aɪ ʃˌʊd fˈiːl æz ðə sˈʌn wɛnt ɹˈaʊnd ðæt hiː wʌz nˌɑːt ðɛɹ ˌɛni mˈɔːɹ, bˌʌt dˈuːz wɜː wˈɛt ɔnðə ɡɹˈæs ɡɹˈoʊn mˈaʊnd ɔnðə bˈɛd ʌv maɪ lˈʌv lˈaɪɪŋ ˌʌndɚɡɹˈaʊnd, ænd ˈiːvnɪŋ pˈeɪl ɔnðə ʃˈɔːɹ.