text_original: Beyond are the dusky hills where the twilight hangs in the pine trees, Below are the lights of home where are watching the tender eyes We have dreamed of on fretted seas in the hours of long night watches.
text_transcription: BEYOND ARE THE DUSKY HILLS WHERE THE TWILIGHT HANGS IN THE PINE TREES BELOW ARE THE LIGHTS OF HOME OR ARE WATCHING THE TENDER EYES WE HAVE DREAMED OF ON FRETTED SEAS IN THE HOURS OF LONG NIGHT WATCHES
phonemes: bᵻjˌɔnd ɑːɹ ðə dˈʌski hˈɪlz wˌɛɹ ðə twˈaɪlaɪt hˈæŋz ɪnðə pˈaɪn tɹˈiːz, bᵻlˌoʊ ɑːɹ ðə lˈaɪts ʌv hˈoʊm wˌɛɹ ɑːɹ wˈɑːtʃɪŋ ðə tˈɛndɚɹ ˈaɪz wiː hæv dɹˈiːmd ʌv ˌɔn fɹˈɛɾᵻd sˈiːz ɪnðɪ ˈaʊɚz ʌv lˈɔŋ nˈaɪt wˈɑːtʃᵻz.