text_original: Long, long ago Each morning glory sheathed the slender horn It blew so gayly on the hills of morn, And fainted in the noontide's fervid glow.
text_transcription: LONG LONG AGO EACH MORNING GLORY SHEATHED THE SLENDER HORN IT BLEW SO GAILY ON THE HILLS OF MORN AND FAINTED IN THE NOONTIDE'S FERVID GLOW
phonemes: lˈɔŋ, lˈɔŋ ɐɡˈoʊ ˈiːtʃ mˈɔːɹnɪŋ ɡlˈɔːɹi ʃˈiːðd ðə slˈɛndɚ hˈɔːɹn ɪt blˈuː sˌoʊ ɡˈeɪli ɔnðə hˈɪlz ʌv mˈɔːɹn, ænd fˈeɪntᵻd ɪnðə nˈuːntaɪdz fˈɜːvɪd ɡlˈoʊ.