text_original: Know'st thou the land where the lemon tree flowers; The orange glows gold in the darkness of bowers, Out of blue heaven a softer zephyr blows, And still the myrtle, tall the laurel grows?
text_transcription: KNOWEST THOU THE LAND WHERE THE LEMON TREE FLOWERS THE ORANGE GLOWS GOLD IN THE DARKNESS OF BOWERS OUT OF BLUE HEAVEN AS SOFT AS ZEPHYR BLOWS AND STILL THE MYRTLE TALL THE LAUREL GROWS
phonemes: nˈoʊst ðˈaʊ ðə lˈænd wˌɛɹ ðə lˈɛmən tɹˈiː flˈaʊɚz; ðɪ ˈɔɹɪndʒ ɡlˈoʊz ɡˈoʊld ɪnðə dˈɑːɹknəs ʌv bˈaʊɚz, ˌaʊɾəv blˈuː hˈɛvən ɐ sˈɔftɚ zˈɛfɚ blˈoʊz, ænd stˈɪl ðə mˈɜːɾəl, tˈɔːl ðə lˈɔːɹəl ɡɹˈoʊz?