text_original: You are up on the heights now, you pity the slave   "Poor soul, how fate lashes him on at his rowing! Yet it's joyful to live, and it's hard to be brave When you watch the sun sink and the daylight is going."
text_transcription: YOU ARE UP ON THE HEIGHTS NOW YOU PITY THE SLAVE POOR SOUL HOW FATE LASHES HIM ON AT HIS ROWING YE IT'S JOYFUL TO LIVE AND IT'S HARD TO BE BRAVE WHEN YOU WATCH THE SUN SINK AND THE DAYLIGHT IS GOING
phonemes: juː ɑːɹ ˌʌp ɔnðə hˈaɪts nˈaʊ, juː pˈɪɾi ðə slˈeɪv   "pˈʊɹ sˈoʊl, hˌaʊ fˈeɪt lˈæʃᵻz hˌɪm ˌɔn æt hɪz ɹˈoʊɪŋ! jˈɛt ɪts dʒˈɔɪfəl tə lˈɪv, ænd ɪts hˈɑːɹd təbi bɹˈeɪv wɛn juː wˈɑːtʃ ðə sˈʌn sˈɪŋk ænd ðə dˈeɪlaɪt ɪz ɡˈoʊɪŋ."