text_original: If the brown brook that hurries through the grasses Knew of drowned sailors  and of storms to be   Methinks 'twould wait a little e'er it passes To meet the old grey sea.
text_transcription: IF THE BROWN BROOK THAT HURRIES THROUGH THE GRASSES KNEW OF DROWNED SAILORS AND OF STORMS TO BE METHINKS TWOULD WADE A LITTLE ERE IT PASSES TO MEET THE OLD GRAY SEA
phonemes: ɪf ðə bɹˈaʊn bɹˈʊk ðæt hˈɜːɹiz θɹuː ðə ɡɹˈæsᵻz nˈuː ʌv dɹˈaʊnd sˈeɪlɚz ænd ʌv stˈɔːɹmz təbi miːθˈɪŋks twˈʊd wˈeɪt ɐ lˈɪɾəl ˈɛɹ ɪt pˈæsᵻz tə mˈiːt ðɪ ˈoʊld ɡɹˈeɪ sˈiː.