text_original: For the old year was a good year, And the old love was sweet; And how could my heart hold any cheer When both lay dead at my feet.
text_transcription: FOR THE OLD YEAR WAS A GOOD YEAR AND THE OLD LOVE WAS SWEET AND HOW COULD MY HEART HOLD ANY CHEER WHEN BOTH LAY DEAD AT MY FEET
phonemes: fɚðɪ ˈoʊld jˈɪɹ wʌzɐ ɡˈʊd jˈɪɹ, ænd ðɪ ˈoʊld lˈʌv wʌz swˈiːt; ænd hˌaʊ kʊd maɪ hˈɑːɹt hˈoʊld ˌɛni tʃˈɪɹ wɛn bˈoʊθ lˈeɪ dˈɛd æt maɪ fˈiːt.