text_original: You were she who abode By those red veined rocks far West, You were the swan necked one who rode Along the beetling Beeny Crest, And, reining nigh me, Would muse and eye me, While Life unrolled us its very best.
text_transcription: YOU WERE SHE WHO ABODE BY THOSE RED VEINED ROCKS FAR WEST YOU WERE THE SWAN NECKED ONE WHO RODE ALONG THE BEETLING BEANY CREST AND RAINING NIGH ME WOULD MUSE AND EYE ME WHILE LIFE UNROLLED US ITS VERY BEST
phonemes: juː wɜː ʃiː hˌuː ɐbˈoʊd baɪ ðoʊz ɹˈɛd vˈeɪnd ɹˈɑːks fˈɑːɹ wˈɛst, juː wɜː ðə swˈɑːn nˈɛkt wˈʌn hˌuː ɹˈoʊd ɐlˈɔŋ ðə bˈiːɾəlɪŋ bˈiːni kɹˈɛst, ænd, ɹˈeɪnɪŋ nˈaɪ mˌiː, wʊd mjˈuːz ænd ˈaɪ mˌiː, wˌaɪl lˈaɪf ʌnɹˈoʊld ˌʌs ɪts vˈɛɹi bˈɛst.