text_original: " They wandered and wandered, and so will I, Reaching and touching the world's far ends. With the hill and the plain, the wind and the rain, The sun and the stars, as their earthly friends. And when years are gone and strength is outworn, And never a crust the good chance sends, I shall curl me to sleep where the grasses grow^ deep. And say good bye to the old time friends.
text_transcription: THEY WANDERED AND WANDERED AND SO WILL I REACHING AND TOUCHING THE WORLD'S FAR ENDS WITH THE HILL AND THE PLAIN AND THE WIND AND THE RAIN THE SUN AND THE STARS AS THEIR EARTHLY FRIENDS WHEN THE YEARS ARE GONE AND STRENGTH IS OUTWORN AND NEVER A CRUST THE GOOD CHANCE SENDS I SHALL CURL ME TO SLEEP WHERE THE GRASSES GROW DEEP AND SAY GOOD BY TO THE OLD TIME FRIENDS
phonemes: " ðeɪ wˈɔndɚd ænd wˈɔndɚd, ænd sˌoʊ wɪl ˈaɪ, ɹˈiːtʃɪŋ ænd tˈʌtʃɪŋ ðə wˈɜːldz fˈɑːɹ ˈɛndz. wɪððə hˈɪl ænd ðə plˈeɪn, ðə wˈɪnd ænd ðə ɹˈeɪn, ðə sˈʌn ænd ðə stˈɑːɹz, æz ðɛɹ ˈɜːθli fɹˈɛndz. ænd wɛn jˈɪɹz ɑːɹ ɡɔn ænd stɹˈɛŋθ ɪz aʊtwˈɔːɹn, ænd nˈɛvɚɹ ɐ kɹˈʌst ðə ɡˈʊd tʃˈæns sˈɛndz, aɪʃˌɐl kˈɜːl mˌiː tə slˈiːp wˌɛɹ ðə ɡɹˈæsᵻz ɡɹˈoʊ dˈiːp. ænd sˈeɪ ɡˈʊd bˈaɪ tə ðɪ ˈoʊld tˈaɪm fɹˈɛndz.