text_original: A warm, sweet scent of mellow fruit fills all the air, And faintly over hills and hollows comes the cry Of some shrill bluejay, and his mate's far off reply.
text_transcription: A WARM SWEET SCENT OF MELLOW FRUIT FILLS ALL THE AIR AND FAINTLY OVER HILLS AND HOLLOWS COMES THE CRY OF SOME SHRILL BLUE JAY AND HIS MAID'S FAR OFF REPLY
phonemes: ɐ wˈɔːɹm, swˈiːt sˈɛnt ʌv mˈɛloʊ fɹˈuːt fˈɪlz ˈɔːl ðɪ ˈɛɹ, ænd fˈeɪntli ˌoʊvɚ hˈɪlz ænd hˈɑːloʊz kˈʌmz ðə kɹˈaɪ ʌv sˌʌm ʃɹˈɪl blˈuːdʒeɪ, ænd hɪz mˈeɪtz fˈɑːɹ ˈɔf ɹᵻplˈaɪ.