text_original: And now, far removed from the loved habitation, The tear of regret will intrusively swell. As fancy reverts to my father's plantation, And sighs for the bucket that hangs in the well   The old oaken bucket, the iron bound bucket, The moss covered bucket that hangs in the well!
text_transcription: AND NOW FAR REMOVED FROM THE LOVED HABITATION THE TEAR OF REGRET WILL INTRUSIVELY SWELL AS FANCY REVERTS TO MY FATHER'S PLANTATION AND SIGHS FOR THE BUCKET THAT HANGS IN THE WELL THE OLD OAKEN BUCKET THE IRON BOUND BUCKET THE MOSS COVERED BUCKET THAT HANGS IN THE WELL
phonemes: ænd nˈaʊ, fˈɑːɹ ɹᵻmˈuːvd fɹʌmðə lˈʌvd hˌæbɪtˈeɪʃən, ðə tˈɪɹ ʌv ɹᵻɡɹˈɛt wɪl ɪntɹˈuːsɪvli swˈɛl. æz fˈænsi ɹᵻvˈɜːts tə maɪ fˈɑːðɚz plæntˈeɪʃən, ænd sˈaɪz fɚðə bˈʌkɪt ðæt hˈæŋz ɪnðə wˈɛl ðɪ ˈoʊld ˈoʊkən bˈʌkɪt, ðɪ ˈaɪɚn bˈaʊnd bˈʌkɪt, ðə mˈɔs kˈʌvɚd bˈʌkɪt ðæt hˈæŋz ɪnðə wˈɛl!