text_original: Where once great tides swept by with ebb and flow The scorching sun looks down in tearless woe. And fierce tornadoes in ungoverned pain Mourn still the loss of that mysterious main. Across this ocean bed the soldiers fly   Home is the gleaming goal that lures each eager eye.
text_transcription: WHERE ONE'S GREAT TIDE SWEPT BY WITH EBB AND FLOW THE SCORCHING SUN LOOKS DOWN IN TEARLESS WOE AND FIERCE TORNADOES IN UNGOVERNED PAIN MOURN STILL THE LOSS OF THAT MYSTERIOUS MAIN ACROSS THIS OCEAN BED THE SOLDIERS FLY HOME IS THE GLEAMING GOLD THAT LURES EACH EAGER EYE
phonemes: wˌɛɹ wˈʌns ɡɹˈeɪt tˈaɪdz swˈɛpt baɪ wɪð ˈɛb ænd flˈoʊ ðə skˈɔːɹtʃɪŋ sˈʌn lˈʊks dˌaʊn ɪn tˈɪɹləs wˈoʊ. ænd fˈɪɹs tɔːɹnˈeɪdoʊz ɪn ʌŋɡˈʌvɚnd pˈeɪn mˈɔːɹn stˈɪl ðə lˈɔs ʌv ðæt mɪstˈɪɹiəs mˈeɪn. əkɹˌɑːs ðɪs ˈoʊʃən bˈɛd ðə sˈoʊldʒɚz flˈaɪ hˈoʊm ɪz ðə ɡlˈiːmɪŋ ɡˈoʊl ðæt lˈʊɹz ˈiːtʃ ˈiːɡɚɹ ˈaɪ.