text_original: The kindly spot, the friendly town, where every one is known, And not a face in all the place but partly seems my own; There's not a house or window, there's not a field or hill, But, east or west, in foreign lands, I'll recollect them still.
text_transcription: THE KINDLY SPOT THE FRIENDLY TOWN WHERE EVERY ONE IS KNOWN AND NOT A FACE IN ALL THE PLACE BUT PARTLY SEEMS MY OWN THERE'S NOT A HOUSE OR WINDOW THERE'S NOT A FIELD OR HILL BUT EAST OR WEST IN FOREIGN LANDS I'LL RECOLLECT THEM STILL
phonemes: ðə kˈaɪndli spˈɑːt, ðə fɹˈɛndli tˈaʊn, wˌɛɹ ˈɛvɹi wˈʌn ɪz nˈoʊn, ænd nˌɑːɾə fˈeɪs ɪn ˈɔːl ðə plˈeɪs bˌʌt pˈɑːɹtli sˈiːmz maɪ ˈoʊn; ðɛɹz nˌɑːɾə hˈaʊs ɔːɹ wˈɪndoʊ, ðɛɹz nˌɑːɾə fˈiːld ɔːɹ hˈɪl, bˌʌt, ˈiːst ɔːɹ wˈɛst, ɪn fˈɔːɹən lˈændz, aɪl ɹˈɛkəlˌɛkt ðˌɛm stˈɪl.