text_original: So has each land her brood That cherish her in fond solicitude, And sing her beauty to the stranger s ears. O mother of our hearts ! O California, still fair and young! The beautiful departs, And all too soon the sweetest song is sung.
text_transcription: SO HAS EACH LAND HER BROOD THAT CHERISH HER IN FOND SOLICITUDE AND SING HER BEAUTY TO THE STRANGER'S EARS O MOTHER OF OUR HEARTS O CALIFORNIA STILL FAIR AND YOUNG THE BEAUTIFUL DEPARTS AND ALL TOO SOON THE SWEETEST SONG IS SUNG
phonemes: sˌoʊ hɐz ˈiːtʃ lˈænd hɜː bɹˈuːd ðæt tʃˈɛɹɪʃ hɜːɹ ɪn fˈɑːnd səlˈɪsɪtˌuːd, ænd sˈɪŋ hɜː bjˈuːɾi tə ðə stɹˈeɪndʒɚɹ ˈɛs ˈɪɹz. ˈoʊ mˈʌðɚɹ ʌv ˌaʊɚ hˈɑːɹts ! ˈoʊ kˌælɪfˈɔːɹniə, stˈɪl fˈɛɹ ænd jˈʌŋ! ðə bjˈuːɾifəl dᵻpˈɑːɹts, ænd ˈɔːl tˈuː sˈuːn ðə swˈiːɾɪst sˈɔŋ ɪz sˈʌŋ.