text_original: 'Tis some foreboding sorrow That makes his spirit sad, Though all around is sunshine And everything seems glad. A strange, a chill forewarning, Shakes the old man with fear, Some dread, some dire affliction, Too surely must be near.
text_transcription: THIS SOME FOREBODING SORROW THAT MAKES HIS SPIRIT SAD THOUGH ALL AROUND IS SUNSHINE AND EVERYTHING SEEMS GLAD A STRANGE A CHILL FOREWARNING SHAKES THE OLD MAN WITH FEAR SOME DREAD SOME DIRE AFFLICTION TOO SURELY MUST BE NEAR
phonemes: tˈɪz sˌʌm fˈɔːɹboʊdɪŋ sˈɑːɹoʊ ðæt mˌeɪks hɪz spˈɪɹɪt sˈæd, ðˌoʊ ˈɔːl ɚɹˈaʊnd ɪz sˈʌnʃaɪn ænd ˈɛvɹɪθˌɪŋ sˈiːmz ɡlˈæd. ɐ stɹˈeɪndʒ, ɐ tʃˈɪl fɔːɹwˈɔːɹnɪŋ, ʃˈeɪks ðɪ ˈoʊld mˈæn wɪð fˈɪɹ, sˌʌm dɹˈɛd, sˌʌm dˈaɪɚɹ ɐflˈɪkʃən, tˈuː ʃˈʊɹli mˈʌst biː nˈɪɹ.