text_original: From a thousand deep gorges they gather, From the cot lowly perched by the rill, The cabin half hid in the heather, 'Neath the crag which the eagle keeps still; Each lonely at first in his roaming, Till the vale to the sight opens fair, And he sees the low cot through the gloaming, When his bugle gives tongue to the air. Thus a thousand brave hunters assemble For the hunt of the insolent foe, And soon shall his myrmidons tremble 'Neath the shock of the thunderbolt's blow.
text_transcription: FROM A THOUSAND DEEP GORGES THEY GATHER FROM THE COT LOWLY PERCH'D BY THE RILL THE CABIN HALF HID IN THE HEATHER NEATH THE CRAG WHICH THE EAGLE KEEPS STILL EACH LONELY AT FIRST IN HIS ROAMING TILL THE VEIL TO THE SIGHT OPENS FAIR AND HE SEES THE LOW CUT THROUGH THE GLOAMING WHEN HIS BUGLE GIVES TONGUE TO THE AIR THUS A THOUSAND BRAVE HUNTERS ASSEMBLE FOR THE HUNT OF THE INSOLENT FOE AND SOON SHALL HIS MYRMIDONS TREMBLE NEATH THE SHOCK OF THE THUNDERBOLTS BLOW
phonemes: fɹʌm ɐ θˈaʊzənd dˈiːp ɡˈɔːɹdʒᵻz ðeɪ ɡˈæðɚ, fɹʌmðə kˈɑːt lˈoʊli pˈɜːtʃt baɪ ðə ɹˈɪl, ðə kˈæbɪn hˈæf hˈɪd ɪnðə hˈɛðɚ, nˈiːθ ðə kɹˈæɡ wˌɪtʃ ðɪ ˈiːɡəl kˈiːps stˈɪl; ˈiːtʃ lˈoʊnli æt fˈɜːst ɪn hɪz ɹˈoʊmɪŋ, tˈɪl ðə vˈeɪl tə ðə sˈaɪt ˈoʊpənz fˈɛɹ, ænd hiː sˈiːz ðə lˈoʊ kˈɑːt θɹuː ðə ɡlˈoʊmɪŋ, wˌɛn hɪz bjˈuːɡəl ɡˈɪvz tˈʌŋ tə ðɪ ˈɛɹ. ðˈʌs ɐ θˈaʊzənd bɹˈeɪv hˈʌntɚz ɐsˈɛmbəl fɚðə hˈʌnt ʌvðɪ ˈɪnsələnt fˈoʊ, ænd sˈuːn ʃˌæl hɪz mˈɪəmˌɪdənz tɹˈɛmbəl nˈiːθ ðə ʃˈɑːk ʌvðə θˈʌndɚbˌoʊlts blˈoʊ.