text_original: In his desire to see this wondrous beauty, the farmer went on New Year's Eve to the edge of the lake, and in silence awaited the coming of the first hour of the new year. It came, and there in truth was the maiden in her golden boat, rowing softly to and fro.
text_transcription: IN HIS DESIRE TO SEE THIS WONDROUS BEAUTY THE FARMER WENT ON NEW YEAR'S EVE TO THE EDGE OF THE LAKE AND IN SILENCE AWAITED THE COMING OF THE FIRST HOUR OF THE NEW YEAR IT CAME AND THERE IN TRUTH WAS THE MAIDEN IN HER GOLDEN BOAT ROWING SOFTLY TO AND FRO
phonemes: ɪn hɪz dɪzˈaɪɚ tə sˈiː ðɪs wˈʌndɹəs bjˈuːɾi, ðə fˈɑːɹmɚ wɛnt ˌɔn nˈuː jˈɪɹz ˈiːv tə ðɪ ˈɛdʒ ʌvðə lˈeɪk, ænd ɪn sˈaɪləns ɐwˈeɪɾᵻd ðə kˈʌmɪŋ ʌvðə fˈɜːst ˈaʊɚɹ ʌvðə nˈuː jˈɪɹ. ɪt kˈeɪm, ænd ðɛɹ ɪn tɹˈuːθ wʌzðə mˈeɪdən ɪn hɜː ɡˈoʊldən bˈoʊt, ɹˈoʊɪŋ sˈɔftli tˌuːəndfɹˈoʊ.