text_original: 50 THE SWIMMERS We were eight fishers of the western sea, Who sailed our craft beside a barren land, Where harsh with pines the herdless mountains stand And lonely beaches be.
text_transcription: NYA THE SWIMMERS WE WERE EIGHT FISHERS OF THE WESTERN SEA WHO SAILED OUR CRAFT BESIDE A BARREN LAND WHERE HARSH WITH PINES THE HURTLESS MOUNTAINS STAND AND LONELY BEACHES BE
phonemes: fˈɪfti ðə swˈɪmɚz wiː wɜːɹ ˈeɪt fˈɪʃɚz ʌvðə wˈɛstɚn sˈiː, hˌuː sˈeɪld ˌaʊɚ kɹˈæft bᵻsˌaɪd ɐ bˈæɹən lˈænd, wˌɛɹ hˈɑːɹʃ wɪð pˈaɪnz ðə hˈɜːdləs mˈaʊntɪnz stˈænd ænd lˈoʊnli bˈiːtʃᵻz bˈiː.