text_original: Come thou to my room and furnace, Where the fire is freely burning, Thou wilt live and grow and prosper. Wilt become the swords of heroes, Buckles for the belts of women."
text_transcription: COME THOU TO MY ROOM AND FURNACE WHERE THE FIRE IS FREELY BURNING THOU WILT LIVE AND GROW AND PROSPER WILT BECOME THE SWORDS OF HEROES BUCKLES FOR THE BELTS OF WOMEN
phonemes: kˈʌm ðˈaʊ tə maɪ ɹˈuːm ænd fˈɜːnɪs, wˌɛɹ ðə fˈaɪɚɹ ɪz fɹˈiːli bˈɜːnɪŋ, ðˈaʊ wˈɪlt lˈaɪv ænd ɡɹˈoʊ ænd pɹˈɑːspɚ. wˈɪlt bɪkˌʌm ðə sˈɔːɹdz ʌv hˈiəɹoʊz, bˈʌkəlz fɚðə bˈɛlts ʌv wˈɪmɪn."