text_original: Up the cliff, down, till I'm lonely, lost, And the unseen waters' ejaculations awe me. Where you will next be there's no knowing, Facing round about me everywhere, With your nut coloured hair, And gray eyes, and rose flush coming and going.
text_transcription: UP THE CLIFF DOWN TILL I'M LONELY LOST AND THE UNSEEN WATERS EJACULATIONS ARE ME WHERE YOU WILL NEXT BE THERE'S NO KNOWING FACING ROUND ABOUT ME EVERYWHERE WITH YOUR NUT COLORED HAIR AND GREY EYES AND ROSE FLUSH COMING AND GOING
phonemes: ˌʌp ðə klˈɪf, dˈaʊn, tˈɪl aɪm lˈoʊnli, lˈɔst, ænd ðɪ ʌnsˈiːn wˈɔːɾɚz ɪdʒˌækjʊlˈeɪʃənz ˈɔː mˌiː. wˌɛɹ juː wɪl nˈɛkst biː ðɛɹz nˈoʊ nˈoʊɪŋ, fˈeɪsɪŋ ɹˈaʊnd ɐbˌaʊt mˌiː ˈɛvɹɪwˌɛɹ, wɪð jʊɹ nˈʌt kˈʌlɚd hˈɛɹ, ænd ɡɹˈeɪ ˈaɪz, ænd ɹˈoʊz flˈʌʃ kˈʌmɪŋ ænd ɡˈoʊɪŋ.