text_original: The hills were named and known. The young looked out with eager eye From the " old " village ; by and by They stole forth one by one, Leaving the old folks in their homes To labor on alone. THE OLD VILLAGE. 249 And one by one the old folks died, Each in his lonely way. The doors which once stood open wide, To let a busy human tide Sweep in and out all day, Were closed ; the unseeing windows stared Just as a blind man may.
text_transcription: THE HILLS WERE NAMED AND KNOWN THE YOUNG LOOKED OUT WITH EAGER EYE FROM THE OLD VILLAGE BY AND BY THEY STOLE FORTH ONE BY ONE LEAVING THE OLD FOLKS IN THEIR HOMES TO LABOUR ON ALONE AND ONE BY ONE THE OLD FOLKS DIED EACH IN HIS LONELY WAY THE DOORS WHICH ONE STOOD OPEN WIDE TO LET THE BUSY HUMAN TIDE SWEEP IN AND OUT ALL DAY WERE CLOSED THE UNSEEN WINDOWS STARED JUST AS A BLIND MAN MAY
phonemes: ðə hˈɪlz wɜː nˈeɪmd ænd nˈoʊn. ðə jˈʌŋ lˈʊkt ˈaʊt wɪð ˈiːɡɚɹ ˈaɪ fɹʌmðə " ˈoʊld " vˈɪlɪdʒ ; baɪ ænd baɪ ðeɪ stˈoʊl fˈɔːɹθ wˈʌn baɪ wˌʌn, lˈiːvɪŋ ðɪ ˈoʊld fˈoʊks ɪn ðɛɹ hˈoʊmz tə lˈeɪbɚɹ ˌɔn ɐlˈoʊn. ðɪ ˈoʊld vˈɪlɪdʒ. tˈuːhˈʌndɹɪd fˈɔːɹɾi nˈaɪn ænd wˈʌn baɪ wˈʌn ðɪ ˈoʊld fˈoʊks dˈaɪd, ˈiːtʃ ɪn hɪz lˈoʊnli wˈeɪ. ðə dˈɔːɹz wˌɪtʃ wˈʌns stˈʊd ˈoʊpən wˈaɪd, tə lˈɛt ɐ bˈɪzi hjˈuːmən tˈaɪd swˈiːp ɪn ænd ˈaʊt ˈɔːl dˈeɪ, wɜː klˈoʊzd ; ðɪ ʌnsˈiːɪŋ wˈɪndoʊz stˈɛɹd dʒˈʌst æz ɐ blˈaɪnd mˈæn mˈeɪ.