text_original: Then with firm intent Plighting her troth, and fairly matched, She built her nest and gravely hatched. All went on well, the corn waved red Above each little fledgling's head, Before they'd strength enough to fly, And mount into the April sky.
text_transcription: THEN WITH FIRM INTENT PLIGHTING HER TROTH AND FAIRLY MATCHED SHE BUILT HER NEST AND GRAVELY HATCHED ALL WENT ON WELL THE CORN WAVED RED ABOVE HER LITTLE FLEDGLING'S HEAD BEFORE THEY'D STRENGTH ENOUGH TO FLY AND MOUNT INTO THE APRIL SKY
phonemes: ðˈɛn wɪð fˈɜːm ɪntˈɛnt plˈaɪɾɪŋ hɜː tɹˈɑːθ, ænd fˈɛɹli mˈætʃt, ʃiː bˈɪlt hɜː nˈɛst ænd ɡɹˈeɪvli hˈætʃt. ˈɔːl wɛnt ˌɔn wˈɛl, ðə kˈɔːɹn wˈeɪvd ɹˈɛd əbˌʌv ˈiːtʃ lˈɪɾəl flˈɛdʒlɪŋz hˈɛd, bᵻfˌɔːɹ ðeɪd stɹˈɛŋθ ɪnˈʌf tə flˈaɪ, ænd mˈaʊnt ˌɪntʊ ðɪ ˈeɪpɹəl skˈaɪ.