text_original: Tired heart, 'tis but in dreams I turn my feet, Again to wander in the ripening wheat And hear the whistle of the quail repeat "Bob White!
text_transcription: TIRED HEART TIS BUT IN DREAMS I TURN MY FEET AGAIN TO WANDER IN THE RIPENING WHEAT AND HEAR THE WHISTLE OF THE QUAIL REPEAT BOB WHITE
phonemes: tˈaɪɚd hˈɑːɹt, tˈɪz bˌʌt ɪn dɹˈiːmz aɪ tˈɜːn maɪ fˈiːt, ɐɡˈɛn tə wˈɔndɚɹ ɪnðə ɹˈaɪpənɪŋ wˈiːt ænd hˈɪɹ ðə wˈɪsəl ʌvðə kwˈeɪl ɹᵻpˈiːt "bˈɑːb wˈaɪt!