text_original: He dares to boast, along the coast, The beauty of Highland Heather, — How he and she, with night on the sea, Lay out on the hills together. ANIMATE NATURE. 347 He pilfers from every port of the wind, From April to golden autumn; But the thieving ways of his mortal days Are those his mother taught him.
text_transcription: HE DARES TO BOAST ALONG THE COAST THE BEAUTY OF HIGHLAND HEATHER HOW HE AND SHE WITH NIGHT ON THE SEA LAY OUT ON THE HILLS TOGETHER HE PILFERS FROM EVERY PORT OF THE WIND FROM APRIL TO GOLDEN AUTUMN BUT THE THIEVING WAYS OF HIS MORTAL DAYS ARE THOSE HIS MOTHER TAUGHT HIM
phonemes: hiː dˈɛɹz tə bˈoʊst, ɐlˈɔŋ ðə kˈoʊst, ðə bjˈuːɾi ʌv hˈaɪlənd hˈɛðɚ, — hˈaʊ hiː ænd ʃiː, wɪð nˈaɪt ɔnðə sˈiː, lˈeɪ ˈaʊt ɔnðə hˈɪlz təɡˈɛðɚ. ˈænɪmˌeɪt nˈeɪtʃɚ. θɹˈiːhˈʌndɹɪd fˈɔːɹɾi sˈɛvən hiː pˈɪlfɚz fɹʌm ˈɛvɹi pˈɔːɹt ʌvðə wˈɪnd, fɹʌm ˈeɪpɹəl tə ɡˈoʊldən ˈɔːɾʌm; bˌʌt ðə θˈiːvɪŋ wˈeɪz ʌv hɪz mˈɔːɹɾəl dˈeɪz ɑːɹ ðoʊz hɪz mˈʌðɚ tˈɔːt hˌɪm.