text_original: They steer for those far highlands Across the summer tide, And dream of fairy islands Upon the further side. They only see the sunlight, The flashing of gold bars, But the other side is moonlight And glimmer of pale stars.
text_transcription: THEY STEER FOR THOSE FAR HIGHLANDS ACROSS THE SUMMER TIDE AND DREAM OF FAIRY ISLANDS UPON THE FURTHER SIDE THEY ONLY SEE THE SUNLIGHT THE FLASHING OF GOLD BARS BUT THE OTHER SIDE IS MOONLIGHT AND GLIMMER OF PALE STARS
phonemes: ðeɪ stˈɪɹ fɔːɹ ðoʊz fˈɑːɹ hˈaɪləndz əkɹˌɑːs ðə sˈʌmɚ tˈaɪd, ænd dɹˈiːm ʌv fˈɛɹi ˈaɪləndz əpˌɑːn ðə fˈɜːðɚ sˈaɪd. ðeɪ ˈoʊnli sˈiː ðə sˈʌnlaɪt, ðə flˈæʃɪŋ ʌv ɡˈoʊld bˈɑːɹz, bˌʌt ðɪ ˈʌðɚ sˈaɪd ɪz mˈuːnlaɪt ænd ɡlˈɪmɚɹ ʌv pˈeɪl stˈɑːɹz.