text_original: who grasps his iron bars And stares out into depth on depth of stars! Folk Song When merry milkmaids to their cattle call At evenfall And voices range Loud through the gloam from grange to quiet grange, Wild waif songs from long distant lands and loves, Like migrant doves, Wake and give wing To passion dust dumb lips were wont to sing.
text_transcription: FOLK SONG BY JOHN CHARLES MC NEILL READ FOR LIBRIVOXEDODORK BY SONYA FOLK SONG WHEN MERRY MILK MAIDS TO THEIR CATTLE CALL AT EVEN FALL AND VOICES RANGE LOUD THROUGH THE GLOOM FROM GRANGE TO QUIET GRANGE WILD WAVE SONGS FROM LONG DISTANT LANDS AND LOVES LIKE MIGRANT DOVES WAKE AND GIVE WING TO PASSION THUS DUMB LIPS WERE WONT TO SING
phonemes: hˌuː ɡɹˈæsps hɪz ˈaɪɚn bˈɑːɹz ænd stˈɛɹz ˈaʊt ˌɪntʊ dˈɛpθ ˌɔn dˈɛpθ ʌv stˈɑːɹz! fˈoʊk sˈɔŋ wɛn mˈɛɹi mˈɪlkmeɪdz tə ðɛɹ kˈæɾəl kˈɔːl æɾ ˈiːvənfˌɔːl ænd vˈɔɪsᵻz ɹˈeɪndʒ lˈaʊd θɹuː ðə ɡlˈoʊm fɹʌm ɡɹˈeɪndʒ tə kwˈaɪət ɡɹˈeɪndʒ, wˈaɪld wˈeɪf sˈɔŋz fɹʌm lˈɔŋ dˈɪstənt lˈændz ænd lˈʌvz, lˈaɪk mˈaɪɡɹənt dˈʌvz, wˈeɪk ænd ɡˈɪv wˈɪŋ tə pˈæʃən dˈʌst dˈʌm lˈɪps wɜː wˈɔnt tə sˈɪŋ.