text_original: "Can remember that morning of May, When Mugford went forth with his men, Twenty, and all of them ours. 'Tis a hundred years to a day, And the sea and the shore are as then, And as bright are the grass and the flowers; But our twenty  they come not again!
text_transcription: CAN REMEMBER THAT MORNING OF MAY WHEN MOGFORD WENT FORTH WITH HIS MEN TWENTY AND ALL OF THEM ARE TIS A HUNDRED YEARS TO A DAY AND THE SEA AND THE SHORE ARE AS THEN AND AS BRIGHT ARE THE GRASS AND THE FLOWERS BUT ARE TWENTY THEY COME NOT AGAIN
phonemes: "kæn ɹᵻmˈɛmbɚ ðæt mˈɔːɹnɪŋ ʌv mˈeɪ, wˌɛn mˈʌɡfɚd wɛnt fˈɔːɹθ wɪð hɪz mˈɛn, twˈɛnti, ænd ˈɔːl ʌv ðˌɛm aʊɚz. tˈɪz ɐ hˈʌndɹɪd jˈɪɹz tʊ ɐ dˈeɪ, ænd ðə sˈiː ænd ðə ʃˈɔːɹ ɑːɹ æz ðˈɛn, ænd æz bɹˈaɪt ɑːɹ ðə ɡɹˈæs ænd ðə flˈaʊɚz; bˌʌt ˌaʊɚ twˈɛnti ðeɪ kˈʌm nˌɑːt ɐɡˈɛn!