text_original: Archibald's Example Old Archibald, in his eternal chair, Where trespassers, whatever their degree, Were soon frowned out again, was looking off Across the clover when he said to me: "My green hill yonder, where the sun goes down Without a scratch, was once inhabited By trees that injured him    an evil trash That made a cage, and held him while he bled.
text_transcription: ARCHIBALD'S EXAMPLE OLD ARCHIBALD IN HIS ETERNAL CHAIR WHICH WASPASSERS WHATEVER THAT DEGREE WAS SOON FROWNED OUT AGAIN WAS LOOKING OFF ACROSS THE CLOVER WHEN HE SAID TO ME MY GREEN HILL YONDER WHERE THE SUN GOES DOWN WITHOUT A SCRATCH WAS ONCE INHABITED BY TREES THAT INJURED HIM AN EVIL TRASH THAT MADE A CAGE AND HELD HIM WHILE HE BLED
phonemes: ˈɑːɹtʃɪbˌɔːldz ɛɡzˈæmpəl ˈoʊld ˈɑːɹtʃɪbˌɔːld, ɪn hɪz ɪtˈɜːnəl tʃˈɛɹ, wˌɛɹ tɹˈɛspəsɚz, wʌtˈɛvɚ ðɛɹ dᵻɡɹˈiː, wɜː sˈuːn fɹˈaʊnd ˈaʊt ɐɡˈɛn, wʌz lˈʊkɪŋ ˈɔf əkɹˌɑːs ðə klˈoʊvɚ wɛn hiː sˈɛd tə mˌiː: "maɪ ɡɹˈiːn hˈɪl jˈɑːndɚ, wˌɛɹ ðə sˈʌn ɡoʊz dˌaʊn wɪðˌaʊt ɐ skɹˈætʃ, wʌz wˈʌns ɪnhˈæbɪɾᵻd baɪ tɹˈiːz ðæt ˈɪndʒɚd hˌɪm ɐn ˈiːvəl tɹˈæʃ ðæt mˌeɪd ɐ kˈeɪdʒ, ænd hˈɛld hˌɪm wˌaɪl hiː blˈɛd.