text_original: So furl your sails and take your rest, ye fisher folk so brown, For task and quest are ended when the dark comes down. When the dark comes down, oh, the landward valleys fill Like brimming cups of purple, and on every landward hill There shines a star of twilight that is watching ever  more The low, dim lighted meadows by the long, dim lighted shore, For there, where vagrant daisies weave the grass a silver crown, The lads and lassies wander when the dark comes down.
text_transcription: SO FURL YOUR SAILS AND TAKE YOUR REST YE FISHER FOLK SO BROWN FOR TASK AND QUEST ARE ENDED WHEN THE DARK COMES DOWN WHEN THE DARK COMES DOWN O' THE LANDWARD VALLEYS FILL LIKE BRIMMING CUPS OF PURPLE AND ON EVERY LANDWARD HILL THERE SHINES A STAR OF TWILIGHT THAT IS WATCHING EVERMORE THE LOW DIM LIGHTED MEADOWS BY THE LONG DIM LIGHTED SHORE FOR THERE WHERE VAGRANT DAISIES WEAVE THE GRASS A SILVER CROWN THE LADS AND LASSIES WANDER WHEN THE DARK COMES DOWN
phonemes: sˌoʊ fˈɜːl jʊɹ sˈeɪlz ænd tˈeɪk jʊɹ ɹˈɛst, jiː fˈɪʃɚ fˈoʊk sˌoʊ bɹˈaʊn, fɔːɹ tˈæsk ænd kwˈɛst ɑːɹ ˈɛndᵻd wɛn ðə dˈɑːɹk kˈʌmz dˈaʊn. wˌɛn ðə dˈɑːɹk kˈʌmz dˈaʊn, ˈoʊ, ðə lˈændwɚd vˈælɪz fˈɪl lˈaɪk bɹˈɪmɪŋ kˈʌps ʌv pˈɜːpəl, ænd ˌɔn ˈɛvɹi lˈændwɚd hˈɪl ðɛɹ ʃˈaɪnz ɐ stˈɑːɹ ʌv twˈaɪlaɪt ðæt ɪz wˈɑːtʃɪŋ ˈɛvɚ mˈɔːɹ ðə lˈoʊ, dˈɪm lˈaɪɾᵻd mˈɛdoʊz baɪ ðə lˈɔŋ, dˈɪm lˈaɪɾᵻd ʃˈɔːɹ, fɔːɹ ðˈɛɹ, wˌɛɹ vˈeɪɡɹənt dˈeɪziz wˈiːv ðə ɡɹˈæs ɐ sˈɪlvɚ kɹˈaʊn, ðə lˈædz ænd lˈæsɪz wˈɔndɚ wɛn ðə dˈɑːɹk kˈʌmz dˈaʊn.