text_original: Alarm Clocks When Dawn strides out to wake a dewy farm Across green fields and yellow hills of hay The little twittering birds laugh in his way And poise triumphant on his shining arm.
text_transcription: BOCK STOT ORK WHEN DAWN STRIDES OUT TO WAKE A DEWY FARM ACROSS GREEN FIELDS AND YELLOW HILLS OF HAY THE LITTLE TWITTERING BIRDS LAUGH IN HIS WAY AND POISE TRIUMPHANT ON HIS SHINING ARM
phonemes: ɐlˈɑːɹm klˈɑːks wɛn dˈɔːn stɹˈaɪdz ˈaʊt tə wˈeɪk ɐ dˈuːi fˈɑːɹm əkɹˌɑːs ɡɹˈiːn fˈiːldz ænd jˈɛloʊ hˈɪlz ʌv hˈeɪ ðə lˈɪɾəl twˈɪɾɚɹɪŋ bˈɜːdz lˈæf ɪn hɪz wˈeɪ ænd pˈɔɪz tɹaɪˈʌmfənt ˌɔn hɪz ʃˈaɪnɪŋ ˈɑːɹm.