text_original: If I should die to night, My friends would look upon my quiet face Before they laid it in its resting place, And deem that death had left it almost fair; And, laying snow white flowers against my hair.
text_transcription: IF I SHOULD DIE TO NIGHT MY FRIENDS WOULD LOOK UPON MY QUIET FACE BEFORE THEY LAID IT IN ITS RESTING PLACE AND DEEM THAT DEATH HAD LEFT IT ALMOST FAIR AND LAYING SNOW WHITE FLOWERS AGAINST MY HAIR
phonemes: ɪf aɪ ʃˌʊd dˈaɪ tə nˈaɪt, maɪ fɹˈɛndz wʊd lˈʊk əpˌɑːn maɪ kwˈaɪət fˈeɪs bᵻfˌɔːɹ ðeɪ lˈeɪd ɪɾ ɪn ɪts ɹˈɛstɪŋ plˈeɪs, ænd dˈiːm ðæt dˈɛθ hæd lˈɛft ɪɾ ˈɔːlmoʊst fˈɛɹ; ænd, lˈeɪɪŋ snˈoʊ wˈaɪt flˈaʊɚz ɐɡˈɛnst maɪ hˈɛɹ.