text_original: I saw, as the morning grew older, The fair flowered hills of delight; And the feet of my comrades grew bolder, They hurried away from my sight.
text_transcription: I SAW AS THE MORNING GREW OLDER THE FAIR FLOWERED HILLS OF DELIGHT AND THE FEET OF MY COMRADES GREW BOLDER THEY HURRIED AWAY FROM MY SIGHT
phonemes: aɪ sˈɔː, æz ðə mˈɔːɹnɪŋ ɡɹˈuː ˈoʊldɚ, ðə fˈɛɹ flˈaʊɚd hˈɪlz ʌv dᵻlˈaɪt; ænd ðə fˈiːt ʌv maɪ kˈɑːmɹædz ɡɹˈuː bˈoʊldɚ, ðeɪ hˈɜːɹid ɐwˈeɪ fɹʌm maɪ sˈaɪt.