text_original: Mourn, soil of grief, your champion bold, Whose work is done; Mourn, land of Ham, as Egypt did of old, For Jacob's son. The mighty falls!  the Chieftain high   Whose worth not Vaal nor Treasury could buy, Had reached his native land, and reached it but to die. Approach his grave; oh, sight sublime! "Last scene of all."
text_transcription: MOURN SOIL OF GRIEF YOUR CHAMPION BOLD WHOSE WORK IS DONE MOURN LAND OF HAM AS EGYPT DID OF OLD FOR JACOB'S SON THE MIGHTY FALLS THE CHIEFTAIN HIGH WHOSE WORTH NOT VOW NOR TREASURY COULD BUY HAD REACHED HIS NATIVE LAND AND REACHED IT BUT TO DIE APPROACH HIS GRAVE O SIGHT SUBLIME LAST SCENE OF ALL
phonemes: mˈɔːɹn, sˈɔɪl ʌv ɡɹˈiːf, jʊɹ tʃˈæmpiən bˈoʊld, hˌuːz wˈɜːk ɪz dˈʌn; mˈɔːɹn, lˈænd ʌv hˈæm, æz ˈiːdʒɪpt dˈɪd ʌv ˈoʊld, fɔːɹ dʒˈeɪkəbz sˈʌn. ðə mˈaɪɾi fˈɔːlz!  ðə tʃˈiːftən hˈaɪ hˌuːz wˈɜːθ nˌɑːt vˈɑːl nˈɔːɹ tɹˈɛʒɚɹi kʊd bˈaɪ, hæd ɹˈiːtʃt hɪz nˈeɪɾɪv lˈænd, ænd ɹˈiːtʃt ɪt bˌʌt tə dˈaɪ. ɐpɹˈoʊtʃ hɪz ɡɹˈeɪv; ˈoʊ, sˈaɪt sʌblˈaɪm! "lˈæst sˈiːn ʌv ˈɔːl."