text_original: When but au idle boy I sought its grateful shade; In all their gushing joy Here too my sisters played. My mother kissed me here; My father prosed my hand  Forgive this foolish tear. Hut let that old oak stand!
text_transcription: WHEN BUT AN IDLE BOY I SOUGHT ITS GRATEFUL SHADE IN ALL THEIR GUSHING JOY HERE TOO MY SISTERS PLAYED MY MOTHER KISSED ME HERE MY FATHER PRESSED MY HAND FORGIVE THIS FOOLISH CHEER BUT LET THAT OLD OAK STAND
phonemes: wˌɛn bˌʌt ˌoʊ ˈaɪdəl bˈɔɪ aɪ sˈɔːt ɪts ɡɹˈeɪtfəl ʃˈeɪd; ɪn ˈɔːl ðɛɹ ɡˈʌʃɪŋ dʒˈɔɪ hˈɪɹ tˈuː maɪ sˈɪstɚz plˈeɪd. maɪ mˈʌðɚ kˈɪst mˌiː hˈɪɹ; maɪ fˈɑːðɚ pɹˈoʊzd maɪ hˈænd fɚɡˈɪv ðɪs fˈuːlɪʃ tˈɪɹ. hˈʌt lˈɛt ðæt ˈoʊld ˈoʊk stˈænd!