text_original: What dreams, what ambitions came thronging To people a world of my own! How the heart in my bosom was longing, For pleasures and places unknown. But the hill tops of pleasure and beauty Were covered with mist at the dawn; And only the rugged road Duty Shone clear, as my feet wandered on.
text_transcription: WHAT DREAMS WHAT AMBITIONS CAME THRONGING TO PEOPLE A WORLD OF MY OWN HOW THE HEART IN MY BOSOM WAS LONGING FOR PLEASURES AND PLACES UNKNOWN BUT THE HILLTOPS OF PLEASURE AND BEAUTY WERE COVERED WITH MIST AT THE DAWN AND ONLY THE RUGGED ROAD DUTY SHONE CLEAR AS MY FEET WANDERED ON
phonemes: wˌʌt dɹˈiːmz, wˌʌt æmbˈɪʃənz kˈeɪm θɹˈɔŋɪŋ tə pˈiːpəl ɐ wˈɜːld ʌv maɪ ˈoʊn! hˌaʊ ðə hˈɑːɹt ɪn maɪ bˈʊzəm wʌz lˈɔŋɪŋ, fɔːɹ plˈɛʒɚz ænd plˈeɪsᵻz ʌnnˈoʊn. bˌʌt ðə hˈɪl tˈɑːps ʌv plˈɛʒɚ ænd bjˈuːɾi wɜː kˈʌvɚd wɪð mˈɪst æt ðə dˈɔːn; ænd ˈoʊnli ðə ɹˈʌɡᵻd ɹˈoʊd dˈuːɾi ʃˈɑːn klˈɪɹ, æz maɪ fˈiːt wˈɔndɚd ˈɔn.