text_original: "The old men shall call, and the young men shall hear, Hear and set out, who never shall come back They that might have sown in the spring of the year, They that now shall reap the bitter grain and black. 118 ON THE GREAT WAR "The tides of doom s sea are mounted unto flood; The long dykes are down, sundered at one man s breath. All the youth of Europe shall render of their blood. All the youth of Europe shall sit at dice with Death.
text_transcription: THE OLD MAN SHALL CALL AND THE YOUNG MAN SHALL HEAR HEAR AND SET OUT WHO NEVER SHALL COME BACK THEY THAT MIGHT HAVE SOWN IN THE SPRING OF THE YEAR THEY THAT NOW SHALL REAP THE BITTER GAIN AND BLACK THE TIDES OF DOOM SEE ARE MOUNTED UNTO FLOOD THE LONG DYKES ARE DOWN THUNDERED AT ONE MAN'S BREATH ALL THE YOUTH OF EUROPE SHALL RENDER OF THEIR BLOOD ALL THE YOUTH OF EUROPE SHALL SIT AT DICE WITH DEATH
phonemes: "ðɪ ˈoʊld mˈɛn ʃˌæl kˈɔːl, ænd ðə jˈʌŋ mˈɛn ʃˌæl hˈɪɹ, hˈɪɹ ænd sˈɛt ˈaʊt, hˌuː nˈɛvɚ ʃˌæl kˈʌm bˈæk ðeɪ ðæt mˌaɪthɐv sˈoʊn ɪnðə spɹˈɪŋ ʌvðə jˈɪɹ, ðeɪ ðæt nˈaʊ ʃˌæl ɹˈiːp ðə bˈɪɾɚ ɡɹˈeɪn ænd blˈæk. wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd ˈeɪtiːn ɔnðə ɡɹˈeɪt wˈɔːɹ "ðə tˈaɪdz ʌv dˈuːm ˈɛs sˈiː ɑːɹ mˈaʊntᵻd ˌʌntʊ flˈʌd; ðə lˈɔŋ dˈaɪks ɑːɹ dˈaʊn, sˈʌndɚd æt wˈʌn mˈæn ˈɛs bɹˈɛθ. ˈɔːl ðə jˈuːθ ʌv jˈʊɹɹəp ʃˌæl ɹˈɛndɚɹ ʌv ðɛɹ blˈʌd. ˈɔːl ðə jˈuːθ ʌv jˈʊɹɹəp ʃˌæl sˈɪt æt dˈaɪs wɪð dˈɛθ.