text_original: Where once we dwelt our name is heard no more ; Children not thine have trod my nursery floor; And where the gardener liobin. day by day. Drew me to st hool along the public way.
text_transcription: WHERE ONCE WE DWELT OUR NAME IS HEARD NO MORE CHILDREN NOT DYING HAVE TROD MY NURSERY FLOOR AND WHERE THE GARDENER ROBIN DAY BY DAY DREW ME TO SCHOOL ALONG THE PUBLIC WAY
phonemes: wˌɛɹ wˈʌns wiː dwˈɛlt ˌaʊɚ nˈeɪm ɪz hˈɜːd nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ ; tʃˈɪldɹən nˌɑːt ðaɪn hæv tɹˈɑːd maɪ nˈɜːsɚɹi flˈɔːɹ; ænd wˌɛɹ ðə ɡˈɑːɹdənɚ lɪˈɑːbɪn. dˈeɪ baɪ dˈeɪ. dɹˈuː mˌiː tə sənt hˈuːl ɐlˈɔŋ ðə pˈʌblɪk wˈeɪ.