text_original: Over mountain and valley, from Pittsfield green, Through the driving rain of that August day, The "Flock" marched on with martial mien, And the Parson rode in his "one hoss shay."
text_transcription: OVER MOUNTAIN AND VALLEY FROM PITTSFIELD GREEN THROUGH THE DRIVING RAIN OF THAT AUGUST DAY THE FLOCK MARCHED ON WITH MARTIAL MIEN AND THE PARSON RODE IN HIS ONE HOSS SHAY
phonemes: ˌoʊvɚ mˈaʊntɪn ænd vˈæli, fɹʌm pˈɪtsfiːld ɡɹˈiːn, θɹuː ðə dɹˈaɪvɪŋ ɹˈeɪn ʌv ðæt ˈɔːɡəst dˈeɪ, ðə "flˈɑːk" mˈɑːɹtʃt ˌɔn wɪð mˈɑːɹʃəl mˈiːn, ænd ðə pˈɑːɹsən ɹˈoʊd ɪn hˈɪz "wˈʌn hˈɑːs ʃˈeɪ."