text_original: _ If any will go to it now, He must go to it all alone, Its gates will not open to any row Of glittering spears: will _you_ go alone? _Listen! said fair Yoland of the flowers, This is the tune of Seven Towers.
text_transcription: IF ANY WILL GO TO IT NOW HE MUST GO TO IT ALL ALONE ITS GATES WILL NOT OPEN TO ANY ROW OF GLITTERING SPEARS WILL YOU GO ALONE LISTEN SAID FAIR YOLAND OF THE FLOWERS THIS IS THE TUNE OF SEVEN TOWERS
phonemes: ɪf ˌɛni wɪl ɡˌoʊ tʊ ɪt nˈaʊ, hiː mˈʌst ɡˌoʊ tʊ ɪɾ ˈɔːl ɐlˈoʊn, ɪts ɡˈeɪts wɪl nˌɑːt ˈoʊpən tʊ ˌɛni ɹˈoʊ ʌv ɡlˈɪɾɚɹɪŋ spˈɪɹz: wɪl juː ɡˌoʊ ɐlˈoʊn? lˈɪsən! sˈɛd fˈɛɹ jˈoʊlənd ʌvðə flˈaʊɚz, ðɪs ɪz ðə tˈuːn ʌv sˈɛvən tˈaʊɚz.