text_original: Sing a song of Autumn ! Grain in golden sheaves, Woodbine's crimson clusters Round the cottage eaves, Davs of crystal clearness, Frosted fields at dawn ; Sing a song of Autumn, — Ah, but Autumn 's gone!
text_transcription: SING A SONG OF AUTUMN GRAIN IN GOLDEN SHEAVES WOODBINES CRIMSON CLUSTERS ROUND THE COTTAGE EAVES DAYS OF CRYSTAL CLEARNESS FROSTED FIELDS AT DAWN SING A SONG OF AUTUMN AH BUT AUTUMN'S GONE
phonemes: sˈɪŋ ɐ sˈɔŋ ʌv ˈɔːɾʌm ! ɡɹˈeɪn ɪn ɡˈoʊldən ʃˈiːvz, wˈʊdbaɪnz kɹˈɪmsən klˈʌstɚz ɹˈaʊnd ðə kˈɑːɾɪdʒ ˈiːvz, dˈævz ʌv kɹˈɪstəl klˈɪɹnəs, fɹˈɔstᵻd fˈiːldz æt dˈɔːn ; sˈɪŋ ɐ sˈɔŋ ʌv ˈɔːɾʌm, — ˈɑː, bˌʌt ˈɔːɾʌm ˈɛs ɡˈɔn!