text_original: You '11 wear no withered roses for my sake, Though I go mourning for you all day long, Finding no magic more in bower or brake, No melody in song.
text_transcription: YOU'LL WEAR NO WITHERED ROSES FOR MY SAKE THOUGH I GO MOURNING FOR YOU ALL DAY LONG FINDING NO MAGIC MORE IN BOWER OR BRAKE NO MALODY IN SONG
phonemes: juː ɪlˈɛvən wˈɛɹ nˈoʊ wˈɪðɚd ɹˈoʊzᵻz fɔːɹ maɪ sˈeɪk, ðˌoʊ aɪ ɡˌoʊ mˈɔːɹnɪŋ fɔːɹ juː ˈɔːl dˈeɪ lˈɔŋ, fˈaɪndɪŋ nˈoʊ mˈædʒɪk mˈɔːɹ ɪn bˈaʊɚ ɔːɹ bɹˈeɪk, nˈoʊ mˈɛlədi ɪn sˈɔŋ.