text_original: Midsummer morn, in woodland nigh, the birds begin to sing; They see not now the milking maids, deserted is the spring!
text_transcription: MIDSUMMER MORN IN WOODLAND NIGH THE BIRDS BEGIN TO SING THEY SEE NOT NOW THE MILKING MATES DESERTED IS THE SPRING
phonemes: mˈɪdsʌmɚ mˈɔːɹn, ɪn wˈʊdlənd nˈaɪ, ðə bˈɜːdz bɪɡˈɪn tə sˈɪŋ; ðeɪ sˈiː nˌɑːt nˈaʊ ðə mˈɪlkɪŋ mˈeɪdz, dᵻzˈɜːɾᵻd ɪz ðə spɹˈɪŋ!