text_original: There, through the long, long, summer hours The golden light should lie, And thick young herbs and groups of flowers Stand in their beauty by.
text_transcription: THERE THROUGH THE LONG LONG SUMMER HOURS THE GOLDEN LIGHT SHOULD LIE AND THICK YOUNG HERBS AND GROUPS OF FLOWERS STAND IN THEIR BEAUTY BY
phonemes: ðˈɛɹ, θɹuː ðə lˈɔŋ, lˈɔŋ, sˈʌmɚɹ ˈaʊɚz ðə ɡˈoʊldən lˈaɪt ʃˌʊd lˈaɪ, ænd θˈɪk jˈʌŋ ˈɜːbz ænd ɡɹˈuːps ʌv flˈaʊɚz stˈænd ɪn ðɛɹ bjˈuːɾi bˈaɪ.