text_original: We talked of the white snow prairies That lie by the Northern lights, And of woodlands where the fairies Are seen in the moonlit nights. Till one long day was over And we grew too tired to roam, And through the corn and clover We slowly wandered home.
text_transcription: WE TALKED OF THE WHITE SNOW PRAIRIES THAT LIE BY THE NORTHERN LIGHTS AND OF WOODLANDS WHERE THE FAIRIES ARE SEEN IN THE MOONLIT NIGHTS TILL ONE LONG DAY WAS OVER AND WE GREW TOO TIRED TO ROAM AND THROUGH THE CORN AND CLOVER WE SLOWLY WANDERED HOME
phonemes: wiː tˈɔːkt ʌvðə wˈaɪt snˈoʊ pɹˈɛɹiz ðæt lˈaɪ baɪ ðə nˈɔːɹðɚn lˈaɪts, ænd ʌv wˈʊdləndz wˌɛɹ ðə fˈɛɹiz ɑːɹ sˈiːn ɪnðə mˈuːnlɪt nˈaɪts. tˈɪl wˈʌn lˈɔŋ dˈeɪ wʌz ˌoʊvɚ ænd wiː ɡɹˈuː tˈuː tˈaɪɚd tə ɹˈoʊm, ænd θɹuː ðə kˈɔːɹn ænd klˈoʊvɚ wiː slˈoʊli wˈɔndɚd hˈoʊm.