text_original: _ But none can see them now, Though they sit by the side of the moat, Feet half in the water, there in a row, Long hair in the wind afloat. _Therefore, said fair Yoland of the flowers, This is the tune of Seven Towers.
text_transcription: BUT NONE CAN SEE THEM NOW THOUGH THEY SIT BY THE SIDE OF THE MOAT FEET HAVE IN THE WATER THERE IN A ROW LONG HAIR IN THE WIND AFLOAT THEREFORE SAID FAIR YOLAND OF THE FLOWERS THIS IS THE TUNE OF SEVEN TOWERS
phonemes: bˌʌt nˈʌn kæn sˈiː ðˌɛm nˈaʊ, ðˌoʊ ðeɪ sˈɪt baɪ ðə sˈaɪd ʌvðə mˈoʊt, fˈiːt hˈæf ɪnðə wˈɔːɾɚ, ðɛɹ ˌɪnɐ ɹˈoʊ, lˈɔŋ hˈɛɹ ɪnðə wˈɪnd ɐflˈoʊt. ðˈɛɹfɔːɹ, sˈɛd fˈɛɹ jˈoʊlənd ʌvðə flˈaʊɚz, ðɪs ɪz ðə tˈuːn ʌv sˈɛvən tˈaʊɚz.