text_original: The lark sings for joy in her own loved land, In the furrowed field, by the breezes fanned; And so revel we In the furrowed sea, As joyous and glad as the lark can be.
text_transcription: THE LARK SINGS FOR JOY IN HER OWN LOVED LAND IN THE FURROWED FIELD BY THE BREEZES FAN AND SO REVEL WE IN THE FURROWED SEA AS JOYOUS AND GLAD AS THE LARK CAN BE
phonemes: ðə lˈɑːɹk sˈɪŋz fɔːɹ dʒˈɔɪ ɪn hɜːɹ ˈoʊn lˈʌvd lˈænd, ɪnðə fˈɜːɹoʊd fˈiːld, baɪ ðə bɹˈiːzᵻz fˈænd; ænd sˌoʊ ɹˈɛvəl wiː ɪnðə fˈɜːɹoʊd sˈiː, æz dʒˈɔɪəs ænd ɡlˈæd æz ðə lˈɑːɹk kæn bˈiː.