text_original: I never nursed a dear gazelle, To glad me with its soft black eye, But when it came to know me well, And love me, it was sure to die!
text_transcription: I NEVER NURSED THE DEAR GAZELLE TO GLAD ME WITH ITS SOFT BLACK EYE BUT WHEN IT CAME TO KNOW ME WELL AND LOVE ME IT WAS SURE TO DIE
phonemes: aɪ nˈɛvɚ nˈɜːsd ɐ dˈɪɹ ɡəzˈɛl, tə ɡlˈæd mˌiː wɪð ɪts sˈɔft blˈæk ˈaɪ, bˌʌt wɛn ɪt kˈeɪm tə nˈoʊ mˌiː wˈɛl, ænd lˈʌv mˌiː, ɪt wʌz ʃˈʊɹ tə dˈaɪ!