text_original: Then I took my way back to a valley of old And a little brown house by a rill. Where the winds piped all day in the sentinel firs That guarded the crest of the hill ; I went by the path that my childhood had known Through the bracken and up by the glen.
text_transcription: THEN I TOOK MY WAY BACK TO A VALLEY OF OLD AND A LITTLE BROWN HOUSE BY A RILL WHERE THE WINDS PIPED ALL DAY IN THE SENTINEL FIRS THAT GUARDED THE CREST OF THE HILL I WENT BY THE PATH THAT MY CHILDHOOD HAD KNOWN THROUGH THE BRACKEN AND UP BY THE GLEN
phonemes: ðˈɛn aɪ tˈʊk maɪ wˈeɪ bˈæk tʊ ɐ vˈæli ʌv ˈoʊld ænd ɐ lˈɪɾəl bɹˈaʊn hˈaʊs baɪ ɐ ɹˈɪl. wˌɛɹ ðə wˈɪndz pˈaɪpt ˈɔːl dˈeɪ ɪnðə sˈɛntɪnəl fˈɜːz ðæt ɡˈɑːɹdᵻd ðə kɹˈɛst ʌvðə hˈɪl ; aɪ wɛnt baɪ ðə pˈæθ ðæt maɪ tʃˈaɪldhʊd hæd nˈoʊn θɹuː ðə bɹˈækən ænd ˌʌp baɪ ðə ɡlˈɛn.