text_original: XII A HIGHLAND DAY WITHIN SIGHT OF CULLODEN THE snow white borders of the grey green sea Peep through the mist that veils the strait with dew, The sun grows bold and smites the landscape free, The burn, the woods, the rocks of rose red hue.
text_transcription: A HIGHLAND DAY WITHIN SIGHT OF KULADAN THE SNOW WHITE BORDERS OF THE GREY GREEN SEA PEEP THROUGH THE MIST THAT VEILS THE STRAIT WITH DEW THE SUN GROWS BOLD AND SMITES THE LANDSCAPE FREE THE BURN THE WOODS THE ROCKS OF ROSE RED YE
phonemes: ɹˌoʊmən twˈɛlv ɐ hˈaɪlənd dˌiːˌeɪwˈaɪ wɪðˌɪn sˈaɪt ʌv kˈʌloʊdən ðə snˈoʊ wˈaɪt bˈɔːɹdɚz ʌvðə ɡɹˈeɪ ɡɹˈiːn sˈiː pˈiːp θɹuː ðə mˈɪst ðæt vˈeɪlz ðə stɹˈeɪt wɪð dˈuː, ðə sˈʌn ɡɹˈoʊz bˈoʊld ænd smˈaɪts ðə lˈændskeɪp fɹˈiː, ðə bˈɜːn, ðə wˈʊdz, ðə ɹˈɑːks ʌv ɹˈoʊz ɹˈɛd hjˈuː.