text_original: Coquetting all (lav with the sunbeams, And stealing their golden edge; Not for the vines on the upland. Where the bright red berries rest. Nor the pinks, nor the pale sweet cowslip, It seenieth to me the best.
text_transcription: COQUETTING ALL DAY WITH THE SUNBEAMS AND STEALING THEIR GOLDEN EDGE NOT FOR THE VINES ON THE UPLAND WHERE THE BRIGHT RED BERRIES REST NOR THE PINKS NOR THE PALE SWEET COWSLIP IT SEEMETH TO ME THE BEST
phonemes: kəkˈɛɾɪŋ ˈɔːl (lˈæv wɪððə sˈʌnbiːmz, ænd stˈiːlɪŋ ðɛɹ ɡˈoʊldən ˈɛdʒ; nˌɑːt fɚðə vˈaɪnz ɔnðɪ ˈʌplənd. wˌɛɹ ðə bɹˈaɪt ɹˈɛd bˈɛɹiz ɹˈɛst. nˈɔːɹ ðə pˈɪŋks, nˈɔːɹ ðə pˈeɪl swˈiːt kˈaʊslɪp, ɪt sˈiːniəθ tə mˌiː ðə bˈɛst.