text_original: The lane is long, and the lane is bare, 'Tis tiresome ever to journey there; But on forever the soul must wend   And who can tell where the lane will end?"
text_transcription: THE LANE IS LONG AND THE LANE IS BARE TIS TIRESOME EVER TO JOURNEY THERE BUT ON FOR EVER THE SOUL MUST WEND AND WHO CAN TELL WHERE THE LANE WILL END
phonemes: ðə lˈeɪn ɪz lˈɔŋ, ænd ðə lˈeɪn ɪz bˈɛɹ, tˈɪz tˈaɪɚsʌm ˈɛvɚ tə dʒˈɜːni ðˈɛɹ; bˌʌt ˌɔn fɚɹˈɛvɚ ðə sˈoʊl mˈʌst wˈɛnd ænd hˌuː kæn tˈɛl wˌɛɹ ðə lˈeɪn wɪl ˈɛnd?"