text_original: Through the bottoms where,  out tossed By the wind's wild hands,  ashiver Lean the willows o'er the river, I have walked in sleet and frost, While beneath the cold round moon, Frozen, gleamed the long lagoon.
text_transcription: THROUGH THE BOTTOMS WHERE OUT TOSSED BY THE WIND'S WILD HANDS A SHIVER LEAN THE WILLOWS OVER THE RIVER I HAVE WALKED IN SLEET AND FROST WHILE BENEATH THE COLD ROUND MOON FROZEN GLEAMED THE LONG LAGOON
phonemes: θɹuː ðə bˈɑːɾəmz wˈɛɹ,  ˈaʊt tˈɔst baɪ ðə wˈɪndz wˈaɪld hˈændz,  ˈæʃɪvɚ lˈiːn ðə wˈɪloʊz ˈɔːɹ ðə ɹˈɪvɚ, aɪ hæv wˈɔːkt ɪn slˈiːt ænd fɹˈɔst, wˌaɪl bᵻnˌiːθ ðə kˈoʊld ɹˈaʊnd mˈuːn, fɹˈoʊzən, ɡlˈiːmd ðə lˈɔŋ lɐɡˈuːn.