text_original: II. Now in the reeds his face looks white As witch down on a witches' night; Now through the dark old haunted mill, So eerily, so eerily, He flits; and with a whippoorwill Mouth calls, and seems to syllable, "Come follow me!
text_transcription: NOW IN THE REEDS HIS FACE LOOKS WHITE AS WITCH DOWN ON A WITCH'S NIGHT NOW THROUGH THE DARK OLD HAUNTED MILL SO EERILY SO EERILY HE FLITS AND WITH A WHIPPOORWILL MOUTH CALLS AND SEEMS TO SYLLABLE COME FOLLOW ME
phonemes: ɹˌoʊmən tˈuː. nˈaʊ ɪnðə ɹˈiːdz hɪz fˈeɪs lˈʊks wˈaɪt æz wˈɪtʃ dˌaʊn ˌɔn ɐ wˈɪtʃᵻz nˈaɪt; nˈaʊ θɹuː ðə dˈɑːɹk ˈoʊld hˈɔːntᵻd mˈɪl, sˌoʊ ˈɪɹili, sˌoʊ ˈɪɹili, hiː flˈɪts; ænd wɪð ɐ wˈɪpʊɹwˌɪl mˈaʊθ kˈɔːlz, ænd sˈiːmz tə sˈɪləbəl, "kˈʌm fˈɑːloʊ mˌiː!