text_original: Then some, repentant, sadly drooped their heads; Some turned their saucy faces to the sky; But now they all alike must wait the day When they can bid the summer time good by.
text_transcription: THEN SOME REPENTANT SADLY DROOPED THEIR HEADS SOME TURNED THEIR SAUCY FACES TO THE SKY BUT NOW THEY ALL ALIKE MUST WAIT TO DAY WHEN THEY CAN BID THE SUMMER TIME GOOD BY
phonemes: ðˈɛn sˌʌm, ɹᵻpˈɛntənt, sˈædli dɹˈuːpt ðɛɹ hˈɛdz; sˌʌm tˈɜːnd ðɛɹ sˈɔːsi fˈeɪsᵻz tə ðə skˈaɪ; bˌʌt nˈaʊ ðeɪ ˈɔːl ɐlˈaɪk mˈʌst wˈeɪt ðə dˈeɪ wɛn ðeɪ kæn bˈɪd ðə sˈʌmɚ tˈaɪm ɡˈʊd bˈaɪ.