text_original: ACROSS old Purple Mountain I hear a bugle call, And down the rocks, like water, the echoes leap and fall. One note alone can startle the voices of the peaks, And waken songs of Erin, whene'er the bugle speaks.
text_transcription: ACROSS OLD PURPLE MOUNTAIN I HEAR A BUGLE CALL AND DOWN THE ROCKS LIKE WATER THE ECHOES LEAP AND FALL ONE NOTE ALONE CAN STARTLE THE VOICES OF THE PEAKS AND WAKEN SONGS OF ERIN WHENEVER THE BUGLE SPEAKS
phonemes: əkɹˌɑːs ˈoʊld pˈɜːpəl mˈaʊntɪn aɪ hˈɪɹ ɐ bjˈuːɡəl kˈɔːl, ænd dˌaʊn ðə ɹˈɑːks, lˈaɪk wˈɔːɾɚ, ðɪ ˈɛkoʊz lˈiːp ænd fˈɔːl. wˈʌn nˈoʊt ɐlˈoʊn kæn stˈɑːɹɾəl ðə vˈɔɪsᵻz ʌvðə pˈiːks, ænd wˈeɪkən sˈɔŋz ʌv ˈɛɹɪn, wˈɛnɛɹ ðə bjˈuːɡəl spˈiːks.