text_original: With the netting rowed they onward, Rowed they to the hundred islands, To the grottoes of the salmon, To the caverns of the whiting, To the reeds of sable color, Where the gray pike rests and watches.
text_transcription: WITH THE NETTING ROAD THEY ONWARD RODE THEY TO THE HUNDRED ISLANDS TO THE GROTTOES OF THE SALMON TO THE CAVERNS OF THE WHITING TO THE REEDS OF SABLE COLOR WHERE THE GREY PIKE RESTS AND WATCHES
phonemes: wɪððə nˈɛɾɪŋ ɹˈoʊd ðeɪ ˈɑːnwɚd, ɹˈoʊd ðeɪ tə ðə hˈʌndɹɪd ˈaɪləndz, tə ðə ɡɹˈɑːɾoʊz ʌvðə sˈæmən, tə ðə kˈævɚnz ʌvðə wˈaɪɾɪŋ, tə ðə ɹˈiːdz ʌv sˈeɪbəl kˈʌlɚ, wˌɛɹ ðə ɡɹˈeɪ pˈaɪk ɹˈɛsts ænd wˈɑːtʃᵻz.