text_original: Oh, but life went gayly, gayly, In the house of Idiedaily! There were always throats to sing Down the river banks with spring, When the stir of heart's desire Set the sapling's heart on fire. Bobolincolns in the meadows, Leisure in the purple shadows, Till the poppies without number Bowed their heads in crimson slumber, And the twilight came to cover Every unreluctant lover.
text_transcription: OH BUT LIFE WENT GAILY GAILY IN THE HOUSE OF IDA DAILY THERE WERE ALWAYS THROATS TO SING DOWN THE RIVER BANKS WITH SPRING WHEN THE STIR OF HEART'S DESIRE SET THE SAPLING'S HEART ON FIRE BUBBLE LINCOLNS IN THE MEADOWS LEISURE IN THE PURPLE SHADOWS TILL THE POPPIES WITHOUT NUMBER BOWED THEIR HEADS IN CRIMSON SLUMBER AND THE TWILIGHT CAME TO COVER EVERY UNRELUCTANT LOVER
phonemes: ˈoʊ, bˌʌt lˈaɪf wɛnt ɡˈeɪli, ɡˈeɪli, ɪnðə hˈaʊs ʌv ˈɪdɪdˌeɪli! ðɛɹwˌɜːɹ ˈɔːlweɪz θɹˈoʊts tə sˈɪŋ dˌaʊn ðə ɹˈɪvɚ bˈæŋks wɪð spɹˈɪŋ, wˌɛn ðə stˈɜːɹ ʌv hˈɑːɹts dɪzˈaɪɚ sˈɛt ðə sˈæplɪŋz hˈɑːɹt ˌɔn fˈaɪɚ. bˈɑːbəlˌɪŋkɑːlnz ɪnðə mˈɛdoʊz, lˈiːʒɚɹ ɪnðə pˈɜːpəl ʃˈædoʊz, tˈɪl ðə pˈɑːpɪz wɪðˌaʊt nˈʌmbɚ bˈaʊd ðɛɹ hˈɛdz ɪn kɹˈɪmsən slˈʌmbɚ, ænd ðə twˈaɪlaɪt kˈeɪm tə kˈʌvɚɹ ˈɛvɹi ˌʌnɹᵻlˈʌktənt lˈʌvɚ.