text_original: "I rose up with the cheerful morn, No lark more blithe, no flower more gay And like the bird that haunts the thorn, So merrily sung the livelong day.
text_transcription: I ROSE UP WITH THE CHEERFUL MORN NO LARK MORE BLITHE NO FLOWER MORE GAY AND LIKE THE BIRD THAT HAUNTS THE THORN SO MERRILY SUNG THE LIVELONG DAY
phonemes: "aɪ ɹˈoʊz ˌʌp wɪððə tʃˈɪɹfəl mˈɔːɹn, nˈoʊ lˈɑːɹk mˈɔːɹ blˈaɪð, nˈoʊ flˈaʊɚ mˈɔːɹ ɡˈeɪ ænd lˈaɪk ðə bˈɜːd ðæt hˈɔːnts ðə θˈɔːɹn, sˌoʊ mˈɛɹili sˈʌŋ ðə lˈaɪvlɔŋ dˈeɪ.