text_original: Sorrows, begone! Life and its ills. Duns and their bills, Bid we to flee. Come with the dawn, Blue devil sprite; Leave us to night, Round the old tree
text_transcription: SORROWS BEGONE LIFE AND ITS ILLS DUNS AND THEIR BILLS BID WE TO FLEE COME WITH THE DAWN BLUE DEVIL SPRIGHT LEAVE US TO NIGHT ROUND THE OLD TREE
phonemes: sˈɑːɹoʊz, bᵻɡˈɑːn! lˈaɪf ænd ɪts ˈɪlz. dˈʌnz ænd ðɛɹ bˈɪlz, bˈɪd wiː tə flˈiː. kˈʌm wɪððə dˈɔːn, blˈuː dˈɛvəl spɹˈaɪt; lˈiːv ˌʌs tə nˈaɪt, ɹˈaʊnd ðɪ ˈoʊld tɹˈiː