text_original: Come, Fragrance of the Flowering Tree, Oh, sing, sweet Bird, thy magic lay, Till all the world be young with me, And Love shall lead us far away.
text_transcription: COME FRAGRANCE OF THE FLOWERING TREE O SING SWEET BIRD THY MAGIC LAY TILL ALL THE WORLD BE YOUNG WITH ME AND LOVE SHALL LEAD US FAR AWAY
phonemes: kˈʌm, fɹˈeɪɡɹəns ʌvðə flˈaʊɚɹɪŋ tɹˈiː, ˈoʊ, sˈɪŋ, swˈiːt bˈɜːd, ðˌaɪ mˈædʒɪk lˈeɪ, tˈɪl ˈɔːl ðə wˈɜːld biː jˈʌŋ wɪð mˌiː, ænd lˈʌv ʃˌæl lˈiːd ˌʌs fˈɑːɹ ɐwˈeɪ.