text_original: The spinner sang in the hush of noon And her song was low: "Ah, morning, you pass away too soon, You are swift to go. My heart o'erflows like a brimming cup With its hopes and fears. Love, come and drink the sweetness up Ere it turn to tears."
text_transcription: THE SPINNER SANG IN THE HUSH OF NOON AND HER SONG WAS LOW AH MORNING YOU PASS AWAY TOO SOON YOU ARE SWIFT TO GO MY HEART OVERFLOWS LIKE A BRIMMING CUP WITH ITS HOPES AND FEARS LOVE COME AND DRINK THE SWEETNESS UP ERE RETURN TO TEARS
phonemes: ðə spˈɪnɚ sˈæŋ ɪnðə hˈʌʃ ʌv nˈuːn ænd hɜː sˈɔŋ wʌz lˈoʊ: "ˈɑː, mˈɔːɹnɪŋ, juː pˈæs ɐwˈeɪ tˈuː sˈuːn, juː ɑːɹ swˈɪft tə ɡˈoʊ. maɪ hˈɑːɹt ˈɔːɹfloʊz lˈaɪk ɐ bɹˈɪmɪŋ kˈʌp wɪð ɪts hˈoʊps ænd fˈɪɹz. lˈʌv, kˈʌm ænd dɹˈɪŋk ðə swˈiːtnəs ˌʌp ˈɛɹ ɪt tˈɜːn tə tˈɪɹz."