text_original: 1 161 Ill Said the Watcher by the Way To the slower folk who stumbled, To the weak and the world humbled, "Tell me how you fare to day. Some with ardor shaken, All with honor scarred, Do you falter, finding hard The far chance that you have taken
text_transcription: THREE SAID THE WATCHER BY THE WAY TO THE SLOWER FOLK WHO STUMBLED TO THE WEAK AND THE WORLD HUMBLED TELL ME HOW YOU FARE TO DAY SOME WITH ARDOUR SHAKEN ALL WITH HONOR SCARRED DO YOU FALTER FINDING HARD THE FAR CHANCE THAT YOU HAVE TAKEN
phonemes: wˈʌn wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd sˈɪksti wˈʌn ˈɪl sˈɛd ðə wˈɑːtʃɚ baɪ ðə wˈeɪ tə ðə slˈoʊɚ fˈoʊk hˌuː stˈʌmbəld, tə ðə wˈiːk ænd ðə wˈɜːld hˈʌmbəld, "tˈɛl mˌiː hˌaʊ juː fˈɛɹ tə dˈeɪ. sˌʌm wɪð ˈɑːɹdɚ ʃˈeɪkən, ˈɔːl wɪð ˈɑːnɚ skˈɑːɹd, dˈuː juː fˈɔltɚ, fˈaɪndɪŋ hˈɑːɹd ðə fˈɑːɹ tʃˈæns ðæt juː hæv tˈeɪkən