text_original: At the foot of Aristarchus lies this bay, (Oh! the wonder of that mountain far away!) And the Land of Silver Dreams all about it shines and gleams, Where we loved before God fashioned night or day.
text_transcription: AT THE FOOT OF ARISTARCUS LIES THIS BAY OH THE WONDER OF THAT MOUNTAIN FAR AWAY AND THE LAND OF SILVER DREAMS ALL ABOUT IT SHINES AND GLEAMS WHERE WE LOVED BEFORE GOD FASHIONED NIGHT OR DAY
phonemes: æt ðə fˈʊt ʌv ˈæɹɪstˌɑːɹtʃəs lˈaɪz ðɪs bˈeɪ, (ˈoʊ! ðə wˈʌndɚɹ ʌv ðæt mˈaʊntɪn fˈɑːɹ ɐwˈeɪ!) ænd ðə lˈænd ʌv sˈɪlvɚ dɹˈiːmz ˈɔːl ɐbˌaʊt ɪt ʃˈaɪnz ænd ɡlˈiːmz, wˌɛɹ wiː lˈʌvd bᵻfˌɔːɹ ɡˈɑːd fˈæʃənd nˈaɪt ɔːɹ dˈeɪ.