text_original: For as her life ebbed day by day, The High Countrie, the Fair alway, Rose 'fore her eyes, the safe, sweet home, And she seemed to hear, "Love, will you come?" And so one eve when a bridge of gold Seemed spanning the last sea dim and cold, She went to him, for aye to be In the fairest land beyond the sea.
text_transcription: FOR AS HER LIFE EBBED DAY BY DAY THE HIGH COUNTRY THE FAIR OLWAY ROSE FOR HER EYES THE SAFE SWEET HOME AND SHE SEEMED TO HEAR LOVE WILL YOU COME AND SO ONE EVE WHEN A BRIDGE OF GOLD SEEMED SPANNING THE LAST SEA DIM AND COLD SHE WENT TO HIM FOR I TO BE IN THE FAIREST LAND BEYOND THE SEA
phonemes: fɔːɹ æz hɜː lˈaɪf ˈɛbd dˈeɪ baɪ dˈeɪ, ðə hˈaɪ kˈʌntɹi, ðə fˈɛɹ ˈɔlweɪ, ɹˈoʊz fˈɔːɹ hɜːɹ ˈaɪz, ðə sˈeɪf, swˈiːt hˈoʊm, ænd ʃiː sˈiːmd tə hˈɪɹ, "lˈʌv, wɪl juː kˈʌm?" ænd sˌoʊ wˈʌn ˈiːv wɛn ɐ bɹˈɪdʒ ʌv ɡˈoʊld sˈiːmd spˈænɪŋ ðə lˈæst sˈiː dˈɪm ænd kˈoʊld, ʃiː wˈɛnt tə hˌɪm, fɔːɹ ˈaɪ təbi ɪnðə fˈɛɹəst lˈænd bᵻjˌɔnd ðə sˈiː.