text_original: Then here is to the new love, Let who will sing the old; The new love, the new love, 'Tis more than fame or gold. For it gives us joy for sorrow, And it gives us warmth for cold; Oh! the new love, the new love, 'Tis better than the old.
text_transcription: THEN HERE IS TO THE NEW LOVE LET WHO WILL SING THE OLD THE NEW LOVE THE NEW LOVE THIS MORE THAN FAME OR GOLD FOR IT GIVES US JOY FOR SORROW AND IT GIVES US WARMTH FOR COLD OH THE NEW LOVE THE NEW LOVE TIS BETTER THAN THE OLD
phonemes: ðˈɛn hˈɪɹ ɪz tə ðə nˈuː lˈʌv, lˈɛt hˌuː wɪl sˈɪŋ ðɪ ˈoʊld; ðə nˈuː lˈʌv, ðə nˈuː lˈʌv, tˈɪz mˈɔːɹ ðɐn fˈeɪm ɔːɹ ɡˈoʊld. fɔːɹ ɪt ɡˈɪvz ˌʌs dʒˈɔɪ fɔːɹ sˈɑːɹoʊ, ænd ɪt ɡˈɪvz ˌʌs wˈɔːɹmθ fɔːɹ kˈoʊld; ˈoʊ! ðə nˈuː lˈʌv, ðə nˈuː lˈʌv, tˈɪz bˈɛɾɚ ðɐn ðɪ ˈoʊld.