text_original: ] THE little white clouds are racing over the sky, And the fields are strewn with the gold of the flower of March, The daffodil breaks under foot, and the tasselled larch Sways and swings as the thrush goes hurrying by.
text_transcription: MAUDLIN WALKS THE LITTLE WHITE CLOUDS ARE RACING OVER THE SKY AND THE FIELDS ARE STREWN WITH THE GOLD OF THE FLOWER OF MARCH THE DAFFODIL BREAKS UNDER FOOT AND THE TASSELED LARCH SWAYS AND SWINGS AS THE THRUSH GOES HURRYING BY
phonemes: ] ðə lˈɪɾəl wˈaɪt klˈaʊdz ɑːɹ ɹˈeɪsɪŋ ˌoʊvɚ ðə skˈaɪ, ænd ðə fˈiːldz ɑːɹ stɹˈuːn wɪððə ɡˈoʊld ʌvðə flˈaʊɚɹ ʌv mˈɑːɹtʃ, ðə dˈæfədˌɪl bɹˈeɪks ˌʌndɚ fˈʊt, ænd ðə tˈæsəld lˈɑːɹtʃ swˈeɪz ænd swˈɪŋz æz ðə θɹˈʌʃ ɡoʊz hˈɜːɹiɪŋ bˈaɪ.