text_original: Noel ! Noel! Through the valley Where the river goes In and out between the meadows, Soft the music flows. And the river, dumbly sleeping, Feels its cold heart beat Answering to the pulsing rhythm Of the anthem sweet. MIDNIGHT CHIMES 437 Noel! Noel ! Hark
text_transcription: NOEL NOEL THROUGH THE VALLEY WHERE THE RIVER GOES IN AND OUT BETWEEN THE MEADOWS SOFTER MUSIC FLOWS AND THE RIVER DUMBLY SLEEPING FEELS ITS COLD HEART BEAT ANSWERING TO THE PULSING RHYTHM OF THE ANTHEM SUITE NOEL NOEL HARK
phonemes: nˈoʊl ! nˈoʊl! θɹuː ðə vˈæli wˌɛɹ ðə ɹˈɪvɚ ɡoʊz ɪn ænd ˈaʊt bᵻtwˌiːn ðə mˈɛdoʊz, sˈɔft ðə mjˈuːzɪk flˈoʊz. ænd ðə ɹˈɪvɚ, dˈʌmli slˈiːpɪŋ, fˈiːlz ɪts kˈoʊld hˈɑːɹt bˈiːt ˈænsɚɹɪŋ tə ðə pˈʌlsɪŋ ɹˈɪðəm ʌvðɪ ˈænθəm swˈiːt. mˈɪdnaɪt tʃˈaɪmz fˈɔːɹhˈʌndɹɪd θˈɜːɾi sˈɛvən nˈoʊl! nˈoʊl ! hˈɑːɹk