text_original: The crimson headed catkin shakes above the pasture bars, The daisy takes the middle field, and spangles it with stars, And down the bank into the lane the primroses do crowd, All coloured like the twilight moon, and spreading like a cloud!
text_transcription: THE CRIMSON HEADED CATKIN SHAKES ABOVE THE PASTURE BARS THE DAISY TAKES THE MIDDLE FIELD AND SPANGLES IT WITH STARS AND DOWN THE BANK INTO THE LANE THE PRIMROSES DO CROWD ALL COLOURED LIKE THE TWILIGHT MOON AND SPREADING LIKE A CLOUD
phonemes: ðə kɹˈɪmsən hˈɛdᵻd kˈætkɪn ʃˈeɪks əbˌʌv ðə pˈæstʃɚ bˈɑːɹz, ðə dˈeɪzi tˈeɪks ðə mˈɪdəl fˈiːld, ænd spˈæŋɡəlz ɪt wɪð stˈɑːɹz, ænd dˌaʊn ðə bˈæŋk ˌɪntʊ ðə lˈeɪn ðə pɹˈɪmɹoʊzᵻz dˈuː kɹˈaʊd, ˈɔːl kˈʌlɚd lˈaɪk ðə twˈaɪlaɪt mˈuːn, ænd spɹˈɛdɪŋ lˈaɪk ɐ klˈaʊd!