text_original: Upon the mountain slopes he gazed, Where the great pine trees grow, Then gashed their mighty sides and laid Their singing branches low. He clung upon the canyon's ledge And from its topmost ridge, Above its vast and awful deeps, He built himself a bridge.
text_transcription: UPON THE MOUNTAIN SLOPES HE GAZED WHERE THE GREAT PINE TREES GROW THEN GASHED THEIR MIGHTY SIDES AND LAID THEIR SINGING BRANCHES LOW HE CLUNG UPON THE CANYON'S LEDGE AND FROM ITS TOPMOST RIDGE ABOVE ITS VAST AND AWFUL DEEPS HE BUILT HIMSELF A BRIDGE
phonemes: əpˌɑːn ðə mˈaʊntɪn slˈoʊps hiː ɡˈeɪzd, wˌɛɹ ðə ɡɹˈeɪt pˈaɪn tɹˈiːz ɡɹˈoʊ, ðˈɛn ɡˈæʃt ðɛɹ mˈaɪɾi sˈaɪdz ænd lˈeɪd ðɛɹ sˈɪŋɪŋ bɹˈæntʃᵻz lˈoʊ. hiː klˈʌŋ əpˌɑːn ðə kˈænɪənz lˈɛdʒ ænd fɹʌm ɪts tˈɑːpmoʊst ɹˈɪdʒ, əbˌʌv ɪts vˈæst ænd ˈɔːfəl dˈiːps, hiː bˈɪlt hɪmsˈɛlf ɐ bɹˈɪdʒ.