text_original: "They will drag their house gear ever so far In their search for a home no miseries mar; They will find that as they were they are, "That every hearth has a ghost, alack, And can be but the scene of a bivouac Till they move perforce—no time to pack!"
text_transcription: THEY WILL DRAG THEIR HOUSE GEAR EVER SO FAR IN THEIR SEARCH FOR HOME NO MISERIES MAR THEY WILL FIND THAT AS THEY WERE THEY ARE THAT EVERY HEARTH HAS A GHOST ALIKE AND CAN BE BUT THE SCENE OF A BIVOUACK TILL THEY MOVE PERFORCE NO TIME TO PECK
phonemes: "ðeɪ wɪl dɹˈæɡ ðɛɹ hˈaʊs ɡˈɪɹ ˈɛvɚ sˈoʊ fˌɑːɹ ɪn ðɛɹ sˈɜːtʃ fɚɹə hˈoʊm nˈoʊ mˈɪzɚɹiz mˈɑːɹ; ðeɪ wɪl fˈaɪnd ðˈæt æz ðeɪ wɜː ðeɪ ɑːɹ, "ðæt ˈɛvɹi hˈɑːɹθ hɐz ɐ ɡˈoʊst, ɐlˈæk, ænd kæn biː bˌʌt ðə sˈiːn əvə bˈɪvwɑːk tˈɪl ðeɪ mˈuːv pɚfˈɔːɹs—nˈoʊ tˈaɪm tə pˈæk!"