text_original: Or do you see now once again The glen And fern, the highland, and the thistle? And do you still remember when We heard the bright eyed woodcock whistle Down by the rippling, shrub edged fen? I see you turn a listening ear To hear The quail upon the flower pied heather; But, doggie, wait till uplands sere, And then the autumn's waning weather Will bring the sport we hold so dear.
text_transcription: OR DO YOU SEE NOW ONCE AGAIN THE GLEN AND FERN THE HIGHLAND THE THISTLE AND DO YOU STILL REMEMBER WHEN WE HEARD THE BRIGHT EYED WOODCOCK WHISTLE DOWN BY THE RIPPLING SHRUB EDGED FAN I SEE YOU TURN A LISTENING EAR TO HEAR THE QUAIL UPON THE FLOWER PIED HEATHER BUT DOGGY WAIT TILL UPLANDS SEAR AND THEN THE AUTUMN'S WANING WEATHER WILL BRING THE SPORT WE HOLD SO DEAR
phonemes: ɔːɹ dˈuː juː sˈiː nˈaʊ wˈʌns ɐɡˈɛn ðə ɡlˈɛn ænd fˈɜːn, ðə hˈaɪlənd, ænd ðə θˈɪsəl? ænd dˈuː juː stˈɪl ɹᵻmˈɛmbɚ wɛn wiː hˈɜːd ðə bɹˈaɪt ˈaɪd wˈʊdkɑːk wˈɪsəl dˌaʊn baɪ ðə ɹˈɪplɪŋ, ʃɹˈʌb ˈɛdʒd fˈɛn? aɪ sˈiː juː tˈɜːn ɐ lˈɪsənɪŋ ˈɪɹ tə hˈɪɹ ðə kwˈeɪl əpˌɑːn ðə flˈaʊɚ pˈaɪd hˈɛðɚ; bˌʌt, dˈɑːɡi, wˈeɪt tˈɪl ˈʌpləndz sˈɪɹ, ænd ðˈɛn ðɪ ˈɔːɾʌmz wˈeɪnɪŋ wˈɛðɚ wɪl bɹˈɪŋ ðə spˈɔːɹt wiː hˈoʊld sˌoʊ dˈɪɹ.