text_original: Its voice keens high above the wave that thunders in the creek, "Aroon, aroon, arouse you, and hie across the moor ! Ten miles away there's bread they say to feed the starving poor.
text_transcription: ITS VOICE KEENS HIGH ABOVE THE WAVE THAT THUNDERS IN THE CREEK A RUNE A RUNE AROUSE YOU AND HIGH ACROSS THE MOOR TEN MILES AWAY THEY ARE SPREAD THEY SAY TO FEED THE STARVING POOR
phonemes: ɪts vˈɔɪs kˈiːnz hˈaɪ əbˌʌv ðə wˈeɪv ðæt θˈʌndɚz ɪnðə kɹˈiːk, "æɹˈuːn, æɹˈuːn, ɚɹˈaʊz juː, ænd hˈaɪ əkɹˌɑːs ðə mˈʊɹ ! tˈɛn mˈaɪlz ɐwˈeɪ ðɛɹz bɹˈɛd ðeɪ sˈeɪ tə fˈiːd ðə stˈɑːɹvɪŋ pˈʊɹ.