text_original: _ No one walks there now; Except in the white moonlight The white ghosts walk in a row; If one could see it, an awful sight, _Listen! said fair Yoland of the flowers, This is the tune of Seven Towers.
text_transcription: NO ONE WALKS THERE NOW EXCEPT IN THE WHITE MOONLIGHT THE WHITE GHOSTS WALK IN A ROW IF ONE COULD SEE IT AN AWFUL SIGHT LISTEN SAID FAIR YOLLAND OF THE FLOWERS THIS IS THE TUNE OF SEVEN TOWERS
phonemes: nˈoʊwˈʌn wˈɔːks ðɛɹ nˈaʊ; ɛksˈɛpt ɪnðə wˈaɪt mˈuːnlaɪt ðə wˈaɪt ɡˈoʊsts wˈɔːk ˌɪnɐ ɹˈoʊ; ɪf wˈʌn kʊd sˈiː ɪt, ɐn ˈɔːfəl sˈaɪt, lˈɪsən! sˈɛd fˈɛɹ jˈoʊlənd ʌvðə flˈaʊɚz, ðɪs ɪz ðə tˈuːn ʌv sˈɛvən tˈaʊɚz.