text_original: Then, when the gale is sighing, And when the leaves are dying, And when the song is o'er, O, let us think of those Whose lives are lost in woes, Whose cup of grief runs o'er.
text_transcription: THEN WHEN THE GALE IS SIGHING AND WHEN THE LEAVES ARE DYING AND WHEN THE SONG IS OVER OH LET US THINK OF THOSE WHOSE LIVES ARE LOST IN WOES WHOSE CUP OF GRIEF RUNS OVER
phonemes: ðˈɛn, wˌɛn ðə ɡˈeɪl ɪz sˈaɪɪŋ, ænd wɛn ðə lˈiːvz ɑːɹ dˈaɪɪŋ, ænd wɛn ðə sˈɔŋ ɪz ˈɔːɹ, ˈoʊ, lˈɛt ˌʌs θˈɪŋk ʌv ðoʊz hˌuːz lˈaɪvz ɑːɹ lˈɔst ɪn wˈoʊz, hˌuːz kˈʌp ʌv ɡɹˈiːf ɹˈʌnz ˈɔːɹ.