text_original: Your mind what madness fills? In our valleys there is danger, And danger on our hills! Hear ye not the singing Of the bugle, wild and free? Full soon ye'll know the ringing Of the rifle from the tree!
text_transcription: YOUR MIND WHAT MADNESS FILLS IN OUR VALLEYS THERE IS DANGER AND DANGER ON OUR HILLS HEAR YE NOT THE SINGING OF THE BUGLE WILD AND FREE FULL SOON YE'LL KNOW THE RINGING OF THE RIFLE FROM THE TREE
phonemes: jʊɹ mˈaɪnd wʌt mˈædnəs fˈɪlz? ɪn ˌaʊɚ vˈælɪz ðɛɹ ɪz dˈeɪndʒɚ, ænd dˈeɪndʒɚɹ ˌɔn ˌaʊɚ hˈɪlz! hˈɪɹ jiː nˌɑːt ðə sˈɪŋɪŋ ʌvðə bjˈuːɡəl, wˈaɪld ænd fɹˈiː? fˈʊl sˈuːn jˌiːəl nˈoʊ ðə ɹˈɪŋɪŋ ʌvðə ɹˈaɪfəl fɹʌmðə tɹˈiː!