text_original: Now the wild moose stamps and rushes, Tears in two the bands of willow, Breaks the oak wood pole in pieces, And upturns the hunter's hurdle, Quickly leaping from his captor, Bounds away with strength of freedom, Over hills and over lowlands, Over swamps and over snow fields, Over mountains clothed in heather, That the eye may not behold him, Nor the hero's ear detect him.
text_transcription: NOW THE WILD MOO STEMPS AND RUSHES TEARS IN TWO THE BANDS OF WILLOW BREAKS THE OAK WOOD POLL IN PIECES AND UPTURNS THE HUNTER'S HURDLE QUICKLY LEAPING FROM HIS CAPTOR BOUNDS AWAY WITH STRENGTH OF FREEDOM OVER HILLS AND OVER LOWLANDS OVER SWAMPS AND OVER SNOW FIELDS OVER MOUNTAINS CLOTHED IN HEATHER THAT THE EYE MAY NOT BEHOLD HIM NOR THE HERO'S EAR DETECT HIM
phonemes: nˈaʊ ðə wˈaɪld mˈuːs stˈæmps ænd ɹˈʌʃᵻz, tˈɪɹz ɪn tˈuː ðə bˈændz ʌv wˈɪloʊ, bɹˈeɪks ðɪ ˈoʊk wˈʊd pˈoʊl ɪn pˈiːsᵻz, ænd ˈʌptɜːnz ðə hˈʌntɚz hˈɜːdəl, kwˈɪkli lˈiːpɪŋ fɹʌm hɪz kˈæptɚ, bˈaʊndz ɐwˈeɪ wɪð stɹˈɛŋθ ʌv fɹˈiːdəm, ˌoʊvɚ hˈɪlz ænd ˌoʊvɚ lˈoʊləndz, ˌoʊvɚ swˈɑːmps ænd ˌoʊvɚ snˈoʊ fˈiːldz, ˌoʊvɚ mˈaʊntɪnz klˈoʊðd ɪn hˈɛðɚ, ðætðɪ ˈaɪ mˈeɪ nˌɑːt bᵻhˈoʊld hˌɪm, nˈɔːɹ ðə hˈiəɹoʊz ˈɪɹ dɪtˈɛkt hˌɪm.