text_original: WHERE THE PICNIC WAS WHERE we made the fire, In the summer time, Of branch and briar On the hill to the sea I slowly climb Through winter mire, And scan and trace The forsaken place Quite readily.
text_transcription: WHERE THE PICNIC WAS WHERE WE MADE THE FIRE IN THE SUMMER TIME OF BRANCH AND BRIER ON THE HILL TO THE SEA I SLOWLY CLIMB THROUGH WINTER MIRE AND SCAN AND TRACE THE FORSAKEN PLACE QUITE READILY
phonemes: wˌɛɹ ðə pˈɪknɪk wʌz wˌɛɹ wiː mˌeɪd ðə fˈaɪɚ, ɪnðə sˈʌmɚ tˈaɪm, ʌv bɹˈæntʃ ænd bɹˈaɪɚɹ ɔnðə hˈɪl tə ðə sˈiː aɪ slˈoʊli klˈaɪm θɹuː wˈɪntɚ mˈaɪɚ, ænd skˈæn ænd tɹˈeɪs ðə fɔːɹsˈeɪkən plˈeɪs kwˈaɪt ɹˈɛdili.