text_original: O GOAT FOOT God of Arcady! This modern world is grey and old, And what remains to us of thee? No more the shepherd lads in glee Throw apples at thy wattled fold, O goat foot God of Arcady!
text_transcription: O GOAD FOOT GOD OF ARCADEE THIS MODERN WORLD IS GRAY AND OLD AND WHAT REMAINS TO US OF THEE NO MORE THE SHEPHERD LADS IN GLEE THROW APPLES AT THY WATTLED FOLD O GOAD FOOT GOD OF ARCADE
phonemes: ˈoʊ ɡˈoʊt fˈʊt ɡˈɑːd ʌv ˈɑːɹkædi! ðɪs mˈɑːdɚn wˈɜːld ɪz ɡɹˈeɪ ænd ˈoʊld, ænd wʌt ɹᵻmˈeɪnz tʊ ˌʌs ʌv ðˈiː? nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ ðə ʃˈɛpɚd lˈædz ɪn ɡlˈiː θɹˈoʊ ˈæpəlz æt ðˌaɪ wˈɑːɾəld fˈoʊld, ˈoʊ ɡˈoʊt fˈʊt ɡˈɑːd ʌv ˈɑːɹkædi!