text_original: Some sleep in death whom we called dear; Some roam afar in distant lands, While you and I have ever grown The nearer, knit by Friendship's bands!
text_transcription: SOME SLEEP IN DEATH WHOM WE CALL DEAR SOME ROAM AFAR IN DISTANT LANDS WHILE YOU AND I HAVE EVER GROWN THE NEARER KNIT BY FRIENDSHIP'S BANDS
phonemes: sˌʌm slˈiːp ɪn dˈɛθ hˈuːm wiː kˈɔːld dˈɪɹ; sˌʌm ɹˈoʊm ɐfˈɑːɹ ɪn dˈɪstənt lˈændz, wˌaɪl juː ænd aɪ hæv ˈɛvɚ ɡɹˈoʊn ðə nˈɪɹɚ, nˈɪt baɪ fɹˈɛndʃɪps bˈændz!