text_original: He was in the hills that roll up from the Ohio in long, smooth billows, forming lovely, varied valleys for the great streams that feed the mighty river, and mounting always higher as you go toward the rising sun, until finally they are mountains.
text_transcription: HE WAS IN THE HILLS THAT ROLL UP FROM THE OHIO IN LONG SMOOTH BILLOWS FORMING LOVELY VARIED VALLEYS FOR THE GREAT STREAMS THAT FEED THE MIGHTY RIVER AND MOUNTING ALWAYS HIGHER AS YOU GO TOWARD THE RISING SUN UNTIL FINALLY THEY ARE MOUNTAINS
phonemes: hiː wʌz ɪnðə hˈɪlz ðæt ɹˈoʊl ˌʌp fɹʌmðɪ oʊhˈaɪoʊ ɪn lˈɔŋ, smˈuːð bˈɪloʊz, fˈɔːɹmɪŋ lˈʌvli, vˈɛɹid vˈælɪz fɚðə ɡɹˈeɪt stɹˈiːmz ðæt fˈiːd ðə mˈaɪɾi ɹˈɪvɚ, ænd mˈaʊntɪŋ ˈɔːlweɪz hˈaɪɚɹ æz juː ɡˌoʊ təwˈɔːɹd ðə ɹˈaɪzɪŋ sˈʌn, ʌntˈɪl fˈaɪnəli ðeɪ ɑːɹ mˈaʊntɪnz.