text_original: 126 STAR COMRADES. Oh ! you of the skies, and I of the earth, Through all the spaces that sever, How often we Ve trodden the pilgrim's path. And taken sweet counsel together ! How often you soothed the pain and the strife. When wood and plain were sleeping. And I gave you the hopes and the loves of a life To take in your tender keeping.
text_transcription: STAR COMRADES O YOU OF THE SKIES AND I OF THE EARTH THROUGH ALL THE SPACES THAT SEVER HOW OFTEN WE'VE TRODDEN THE PILGRIM'S PATH AND TAKEN SWEET COUNCIL TOGETHER HOW OFTEN YOU SOOTHED THE PAIN AND THE STRIFE WHEN WOOD AND PLAIN WERE SLEEPING AND I GAVE YOU THE HOPES AND THE LOVES OF A LIFE TO TAKE IN YOUR TENDER KEEPING
phonemes: wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd twˈɛnti sˈɪks stˈɑːɹ kˈɑːmɹædz. ˈoʊ ! juː ʌvðə skˈaɪz, ænd aɪ ʌvðɪ ˈɜːθ, θɹuː ˈɔːl ðə spˈeɪsᵻz ðæt sˈɛvɚ, hˌaʊ ˈɔfən wiː vˈiː tɹˈɑːdən ðə pˈɪlɡɹɪmz pˈæθ. ænd tˈeɪkən swˈiːt kˈaʊnsəl təɡˈɛðɚ ! hˌaʊ ˈɔfən juː sˈuːðd ðə pˈeɪn ænd ðə stɹˈaɪf. wˌɛn wˈʊd ænd plˈeɪn wɜː slˈiːpɪŋ. ænd aɪ ɡˈeɪv juː ðə hˈoʊps ænd ðə lˈʌvz əvə lˈaɪf tə tˈeɪk ɪn jʊɹ tˈɛndɚ kˈiːpɪŋ.