text_original: Over the dusk hill woke a new moon's light, Shadowed the woods and made the waters white, And watched above the quiet tents of night. Alas, that the old Mother should not know How ached his heart to be entreated so, Who heard her calling and who could not go!
text_transcription: OVER THE DUSK HILL WOKE A NEW MOON SLIDE SHADOWED THE WOODS AND MADE THE WATERS WHITE AND WATCHED ABOVE THE QUIET TENTS OF NIGHT ALAS THAT THE OLD MOTHER SHOULD NOT KNOW HOW ACHED HIS HEART TO BE ENTREATED SO WHO HEARD HER CALLING AND WHO COULD NOT GO
phonemes: ˌoʊvɚ ðə dˈʌsk hˈɪl wˈoʊk ɐ nˈuː mˈuːnz lˈaɪt, ʃˈædoʊd ðə wˈʊdz ænd mˌeɪd ðə wˈɔːɾɚz wˈaɪt, ænd wˈɑːtʃt əbˌʌv ðə kwˈaɪət tˈɛnts ʌv nˈaɪt. ɐlˈæs, ðætðɪ ˈoʊld mˈʌðɚ ʃˌʊd nˌɑːt nˈoʊ hˌaʊ ˈeɪkt hɪz hˈɑːɹt təbi ɛntɹˈiːɾᵻd sˈoʊ, hˌuː hˈɜːd hɜː kˈɔːlɪŋ ænd hˌuː kʊd nˌɑːt ɡˈoʊ!