text_original: [237] RAINBOW GOLD "Far in the Northern Land, By the wild Baltic's strand, I with my childish hand, Tamed the gerfalcon; And, with my skates fast bound, Skimmed the half frozen Sound, That the poor whimpering hound Trembled to walk on.
text_transcription: FAR IN THE NORTHERN LAND BY THE WILD BALTIC STRAND I WITH MY CHILDISH HAND TAMED THE JER FALKON AND WITH MY SKATES FAST BOUND SKIMMED THE HALF FROZEN SOUND THAT THE POOR WHIMPERING HOUND TREMBLED TO WALK ON
phonemes: [tˈuːhˈʌndɹɪd θˈɜːɾi sˈɛvən] ɹˈeɪnboʊ ɡˈoʊld "fˈɑːɹ ɪnðə nˈɔːɹðɚn lˈænd, baɪ ðə wˈaɪld bˈɔltɪkz stɹˈænd, aɪ wɪð maɪ tʃˈaɪldɪʃ hˈænd, tˈeɪmd ðə dʒˈɜːfælkən; ænd, wɪð maɪ skˈeɪts fˈæst bˈaʊnd, skˈɪmd ðə hˈæf fɹˈoʊzən sˈaʊnd, ðætðə pˈʊɹ wˈɪmpɚɹɪŋ hˈaʊnd tɹˈɛmbəld tə wˈɔːk ˈɔn.