text_original: My heart would say, when I was young, "It would be well to grieve no more. The griefs you sing had all been sung Before you learned your mother tongue, And all your tears been shed before." When I was young my heart would say: "What childish things are these you seek? The piper's price is large to pay And there will come a reckoning day!" In this wise way my heart would speak.
text_transcription: MY HEART WOULD SAY WHEN I WAS YOUNG IT WOULD BE WELL TO GRIEVE NO MORE THE GRIEFS YOU SING HAD ALL BEEN SUNG BEFORE YOU LEARNT YOUR MOTHER TONGUE AND ALL YOUR TEARS BEEN SHED BEFORE WHEN I WAS YOUNG MY HEART WOULD SAY WHAT CHILDISH THINGS ARE THESE YOU SEEK THE PIPER'S PRICE IS LARGE TO PAY AND THERE WILL COME A RECKONING DAY IN THIS WISE WAY MY HEART WOULD SPEAK
phonemes: maɪ hˈɑːɹt wʊd sˈeɪ, wˌɛn aɪ wʌz jˈʌŋ, "ɪt wʊd biː wˈɛl tə ɡɹˈiːv nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ. ðə ɡɹˈiːfs juː sˈɪŋ hæd ˈɔːl bˌɪn sˈʌŋ bᵻfˌɔːɹ juː lˈɜːnd jʊɹ mˈʌðɚ tˈʌŋ, ænd ˈɔːl jʊɹ tˈɪɹz bˌɪn ʃˈɛd bᵻfˈɔːɹ." wˌɛn aɪ wʌz jˈʌŋ maɪ hˈɑːɹt wʊd sˈeɪ: "wˌʌt tʃˈaɪldɪʃ θˈɪŋz ɑːɹ ðiːz juː sˈiːk? ðə pˈaɪpɚz pɹˈaɪs ɪz lˈɑːɹdʒ tə pˈeɪ ænd ðɛɹ wɪl kˈʌm ɐ ɹˈɛkənɪŋ dˈeɪ!" ɪn ðɪs wˈaɪz wˈeɪ maɪ hˈɑːɹt wʊd spˈiːk.