text_original: There's an under voice that grieves In the rustling of the leaves. Pine clad peaks! Rushing waters! Glens where we were once so glad!
text_transcription: THERE'S AN UNDER VOICE THAT GRIEVES IN THE RUSTLING OF THE LEAVES PINE CLAD PEAKS RUSHING WATERS GLENS WHERE WE WERE ONCE SO GLAD
phonemes: ðɛɹz ɐn ˌʌndɚ vˈɔɪs ðæt ɡɹˈiːvz ɪnðə ɹˈʌsəlɪŋ ʌvðə lˈiːvz. pˈaɪn klˈæd pˈiːks! ɹˈʌʃɪŋ wˈɔːɾɚz! ɡlˈɛnz wˌɛɹ wiː wɜː wˈʌns sˌoʊ ɡlˈæd!