text_original: 77 THE SEA BENEATH THE HILLS. Yes ! I shall go, and you will dream, And drink the pale blue sky, Beneath the hills that hap you round. As silver days go by.
text_transcription: THE SEA BENEATH THE HILLS YES I SHALL GO AND YOU WILL DREAM AND DRINK THE PALE BLUE SKY BENEATH THE HILLS THAT HAP YOU ROUND AS SILVER DAYS GO BY
phonemes: sˈɛvənti sˈɛvən ðə sˈiː bᵻnˌiːθ ðə hˈɪlz. jˈɛs ! aɪʃˌɐl ɡˈoʊ, ænd juː wɪl dɹˈiːm, ænd dɹˈɪŋk ðə pˈeɪl blˈuː skˈaɪ, bᵻnˌiːθ ðə hˈɪlz ðæt hˈæp juː ɹˈaʊnd. æz sˈɪlvɚ dˈeɪz ɡˌoʊ bˈaɪ.