text_original: 155 THE OLD MAN'S GRAVE Make it where the winds may sweep Through the pine boughs soft and deep, And the murmur of the sea Come across the orient lea, And the falling raindrops sing Gently to his slumbering.
text_transcription: O'BRIEN THE OLD MAN'S GRAVE MAKE IT WHERE THE WINDS MAY SWEEP THROUGH THE PINE BOUGHS SOFT AND DEEP AND THE MURMUR OF THE SEA COME ACROSS THE ORIENT LEE AND THE FALLING RAIN DROPS SING GENTLY TO HIS SLUMBERING
phonemes: wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd fˈɪfti fˈaɪv ðɪ ˌoʊˌɛldˈiː mˈænz ɡɹˈeɪv mˌeɪk ɪt wˌɛɹ ðə wˈɪndz mˈeɪ swˈiːp θɹuː ðə pˈaɪn bˈaʊz sˈɔft ænd dˈiːp, ænd ðə mˈɜːmɚɹ ʌvðə sˈiː kˈʌm əkɹˌɑːs ðɪ ˈɔːɹiənt lˈiː, ænd ðə fˈɔːlɪŋ ɹˈeɪndɹɑːps sˈɪŋ dʒˈɛntli tə hɪz slˈʌmbɚɹɪŋ.