text_original: About the captives welcoming warriors crowd, All eyes are wet, and Brewster sobs aloud. Alas, the ravage wrought by toil and woe On faces that were fair twelve moons ago.
text_transcription: ABOUT THE CAPTIVE'S WELCOMING WARRIORS CROWD ALL EYES ARE WET AND BREWSTER SOBS ALOUD ALAS THE RAVAGE WROUGHT BY TOIL AND WOE ON FACES THAT WERE FAIR TWELVE MOONS AGO
phonemes: ɐbˌaʊt ðə kˈæptɪvz wˈɛlkʌmɪŋ wˈɔːɹɪɚz kɹˈaʊd, ˈɔːl ˈaɪz ɑːɹ wˈɛt, ænd bɹˈuːstɚ sˈɑːbz ɐlˈaʊd. ɐlˈæs, ðə ɹˈævɪdʒ ɹˈɔːt baɪ tˈɔɪl ænd wˈoʊ ˌɔn fˈeɪsᵻz ðæt wɜː fˈɛɹ twˈɛlv mˈuːnz ɐɡˈoʊ.