text_original: Yet think me not ungrateful for thy song, If meant to cheer me in my lone retreat; Ah! not to thee, my little friend! belong The pow'rs to soothe the pangs of adverse fate.
text_transcription: YET THINK ME NOT UNGRATEFUL FOR THY SONG IF MEANT TO CHEER ME IN MY LONE RETREAT AH NOT TO THEE MY LITTLE FRIEND BELONG THE POWERS TO SOOTHE THE PANGS OF ADVERSE FATE
phonemes: jˈɛt θˈɪŋk mˌiː nˌɑːt ʌŋɡɹˈeɪtfəl fɔːɹ ðˌaɪ sˈɔŋ, ɪf mˈɛnt tə tʃˈɪɹ mˌiː ɪn maɪ lˈoʊn ɹᵻtɹˈiːt; ˈɑː! nˌɑːt tə ðˈiː, maɪ lˈɪɾəl fɹˈɛnd! bᵻlˈɔŋ ðə pˈaʊrz tə sˈuːð ðə pˈæŋz ʌv ædvˈɜːs fˈeɪt.