text_original: The thrush will call through Camlin groves the live long summer day; The waters run by mossy cliff, and banks with wild flowers gay; The girls will bring their work and sing beneath a twisted thorn, Or stray with sweethearts down the path among the growing corn; Along the river side they go, where I have often been, Oh, never shall I see again the happy days I've seen!
text_transcription: THE THRUSH WILL CALL THROUGH CAMELING GROVES THE LIFELONG SUMMER DAY THE WATERS RUN BY MOSSY CLIFF AND BANKS WITH WILD FLOWERS GAY THE GIRLS WILL BRING THEIR WORK AND SING BENEATH A TWISTED THORN OR STRAY WITH SWEETHEARTS DOWN THE PATH AMONG THE GROWING CORN ALONG THE RIVER SIDE THEY GO WHERE I HAVE OFTEN BEEN OH NEVER SHALL I SEE AGAIN THE HAPPY DAYS I'VE SEEN
phonemes: ðə θɹˈʌʃ wɪl kˈɔːl θɹuː kˈæmlɪn ɡɹˈoʊvz ðə lˈaɪv lˈɔŋ sˈʌmɚ dˈeɪ; ðə wˈɔːɾɚz ɹˈʌn baɪ mˈɔsi klˈɪf, ænd bˈæŋks wɪð wˈaɪld flˈaʊɚz ɡˈeɪ; ðə ɡˈɜːlz wɪl bɹˈɪŋ ðɛɹ wˈɜːk ænd sˈɪŋ bᵻnˌiːθ ɐ twˈɪstᵻd θˈɔːɹn, ɔːɹ stɹˈeɪ wɪð swˈiːthɑːɹts dˌaʊn ðə pˈæθ ɐmˌʌŋ ðə ɡɹˈoʊɪŋ kˈɔːɹn; ɐlˈɔŋ ðə ɹˈɪvɚ sˈaɪd ðeɪ ɡˈoʊ, wˌɛɹ aɪ hæv ˈɔfən bˌɪn, ˈoʊ, nˈɛvɚ ʃˌæl aɪ sˈiː ɐɡˈɛn ðə hˈæpi dˈeɪz aɪv sˈiːn!