text_original: Nay, by and by comes another Spring; And long, sweet, perfect days. And by and by I shall have voice to sing My old glad, happy lays. More blithesome songs, more days that have no end; More golden summers; but _like thee_ no friend.
text_transcription: NAY BY AND BY COMES ANOTHER SPRING AND LONG SWEET PERFECT DAYS AND BY AND BY I SHALL HAVE VOICE TO SING MY OLD GLAD HAPPY LAYS MORE BLITHESOME SONGS MORE DAYS THAT HAVE NO END MORE GOLDEN SUMMERS BUT LIKE THEE NO FRIEND
phonemes: nˈeɪ, baɪ ænd baɪ kˈʌmz ɐnˈʌðɚ spɹˈɪŋ; ænd lˈɔŋ, swˈiːt, pˈɜːfɛkt dˈeɪz. ænd baɪ ænd baɪ aɪʃˌɐl hæv vˈɔɪs tə sˈɪŋ maɪ ˈoʊld ɡlˈæd, hˈæpi lˈeɪz. mˈɔːɹ blˈaɪðsʌm sˈɔŋz, mˈɔːɹ dˈeɪz ðæt hæv nˈoʊ ˈɛnd; mˈɔːɹ ɡˈoʊldən sˈʌmɚz; bˌʌt lˈaɪk ðiː nˈoʊ fɹˈɛnd.