text_original: My song, save this, is little worth; I lay the weary pen aside, And wish you health and love and mirth, As fits the solemn Christmas tide.
text_transcription: MY SONG SAVE THIS IS LITTLE WORTH I LAY THE WEARY PEN ASIDE AND WISH YOU HEALTH AND LOVE AND MIRTH AS FITS THE SOLEMN CHRISTMAS TIDE
phonemes: maɪ sˈɔŋ, sˈeɪv ðˈɪs, ɪz lˈɪɾəl wˈɜːθ; aɪ lˈeɪ ðə wˈɪɹi pˈɛn ɐsˈaɪd, ænd wˈɪʃ juː hˈɛlθ ænd lˈʌv ænd mˈɜːθ, æz fˈɪts ðə sˈɑːləm kɹˈɪsməs tˈaɪd.