text_original: Wept the salmon for his grotto, Mourned the whiting for his cavern, And the lake trout for his dwelling. Quick the crook necked salmon darted, Tried to catch the fire intruder, But the red ball quick escaped him; Darted then the daring whiting, Swallowed quick the wicked Fire child, Swallowed quick the flame of evil. Quiet grow the Alue waters, Slowly settle to their shore lines, To their long accustomed places, In the long and dismal evening.
text_transcription: WHIP THE SALMON FOR HIS GROTTO MOURN THE WHITING FOR HIS CAVERN AND THE LAKE TROUT FOR HIS DWELLING QUICK THE CROOK NECKED SALMON DARTED TRIED TO CATCH THE FIRE INTRUDER BUT THE RED BALL QUICK ESCAPED HIM DARTED THEN THE DARING WHITING SWALLOWED QUICK THE WICKED FIRE CHILD SWALLOWED QUICK THE FLAME OF EVIL QUIET GREW THE ALLWAY WATERS SLOWLY SETTLED TO THEIR SHORE LINES TO THEIR LONG ACCUSTOMED PLACES IN THE LONG AND DISMAL EVENING
phonemes: wˈɛpt ðə sˈæmən fɔːɹ hɪz ɡɹˈɑːɾoʊ, mˈɔːɹnd ðə wˈaɪɾɪŋ fɔːɹ hɪz kˈævɚn, ænd ðə lˈeɪk tɹˈaʊt fɔːɹ hɪz dwˈɛlɪŋ. kwˈɪk ðə kɹˈʊk nˈɛkt sˈæmən dˈɑːɹɾᵻd, tɹˈaɪd tə kˈætʃ ðə fˈaɪɚɹ ɪntɹˈuːdɚ, bˌʌt ðə ɹˈɛd bˈɔːl kwˈɪk ɛskˈeɪpt hˌɪm; dˈɑːɹɾᵻd ðˈɛn ðə dˈɛɹɪŋ wˈaɪɾɪŋ, swˈɔloʊd kwˈɪk ðə wˈɪkᵻd fˈaɪɚ tʃˈaɪld, swˈɔloʊd kwˈɪk ðə flˈeɪm ʌv ˈiːvəl. kwˈaɪət ɡɹˈoʊ ðɪ ɐlˈuː wˈɔːɾɚz, slˈoʊli sˈɛɾəl tə ðɛɹ ʃˈɔːɹ lˈaɪnz, tə ðɛɹ lˈɔŋ ɐkˈʌstəmd plˈeɪsᵻz, ɪnðə lˈɔŋ ænd dˈɪzməl ˈiːvnɪŋ.