text_original: " Some of your old men grieve as I Talk of the brave awhile — and die ! The young are fleeing to happier lands Where's room for souls and where's work for hands.
text_transcription: SOME OF YOUR OLD MEN GRIEVE AS I TALK OF THE BRAVE A WHILE AND DIE THE YOUNG ARE FLEEING TO HAPPIER LANDS WHERE'S ROOM FOR SOULS AND WHERES WORK FOR HANDS
phonemes: " sˌʌm ʌv jʊɹ ˈoʊld mˈɛn ɡɹˈiːv æz aɪ tˈɔːk ʌvðə bɹˈeɪv ɐwˈaɪl — ænd dˈaɪ ! ðə jˈʌŋ ɑːɹ flˈiːɪŋ tə hˈæpɪɚ lˈændz wˌɛɹz ɹˈuːm fɔːɹ sˈoʊlz ænd wˌɛɹz wˈɜːk fɔːɹ hˈændz.