text_original: To think that just on a day like this — Harvest in valley, sun profuse — Some six of one's fellows should deprive A soul of the joy of being alive, And watching the sun and the mountains kiss 1 But what if his captors after all Were baulked of putting their man in thrall, And, just when they choked him, eye and breath. Their victim were sailing out clear to death.
text_transcription: TO THINK THAT JUST ON A DAY LIKE THIS HARVEST IN VALLEY SOME PROFUSE SOME SIX OF ONE'S FELLOWS SHOULD DEPRIVE A SOUL OF THE JOY OF BEING ALIVE AND WATCHING THE SUN AND THE MOUNTAINS KISS BUT WHAT IF HIS CAPTORS AFTER ALL WERE BALKED OF PUTTING THEIR MEN IN THRALL AND JUST WHEN THEY CHOKED HIM EYE AND BREATH THEIR VICTIM WAS SAILING OUT CLEAR TO DEATH
phonemes: tə θˈɪŋk ðæt dʒˈʌst ˌɔn ɐ dˈeɪ lˈaɪk ðˈɪs — hˈɑːɹvɪst ɪn vˈæli, sˈʌn pɹəfjˈuːz — sˌʌm sˈɪks ʌv wˈʌnz fˈɛloʊz ʃˌʊd dᵻpɹˈaɪv ɐ sˈoʊl ʌvðə dʒˈɔɪ ʌv bˌiːɪŋ ɐlˈaɪv, ænd wˈɑːtʃɪŋ ðə sˈʌn ænd ðə mˈaʊntɪnz kˈɪs wˈʌn bˌʌt wʌt ɪf hɪz kˈæptɚz ˈæftɚɹ ˈɔːl wɜː bˈɔːkt ʌv pˈʊɾɪŋ ðɛɹ mˈæn ɪn θɹˈɔːl, ænd, dʒˈʌst wɛn ðeɪ tʃˈoʊkt hˌɪm, ˈaɪ ænd bɹˈɛθ. ðɛɹ vˈɪktɪm wɜː sˈeɪlɪŋ ˈaʊt klˈɪɹ tə dˈɛθ.