text_original: On the deep road through the rocks, As I rode, I could reach his horse's locks; Through the echo hurling rocks, As I rode. And again I looked behind, As I rode,   Dark as night and swift as wind, Towering, he rode behind, As I rode.
text_transcription: ON THE DEEP ROAD THROUGH THE ROCKS AS I RODE I COULD REACH HIS HORSES LOCKS THROUGH THE ECHO HURLING ROCKS AS I RODE AND AGAIN I LOOKED BEHIND AS I RODE DARK AS NIGHT AND SWIFT AS WIND TOWERING HE RODE BEHIND AS I RODE
phonemes: ɔnðə dˈiːp ɹˈoʊd θɹuː ðə ɹˈɑːks, æz aɪ ɹˈoʊd, aɪ kʊd ɹˈiːtʃ hɪz hˈɔːɹsᵻz lˈɑːks; θɹuː ðɪ ˈɛkoʊ hˈɜːlɪŋ ɹˈɑːks, æz aɪ ɹˈoʊd. ænd ɐɡˈɛn aɪ lˈʊkt bᵻhˈaɪnd, æz aɪ ɹˈoʊd,   dˈɑːɹk æz nˈaɪt ænd swˈɪft æz wˈɪnd, tˈaʊɚɹɪŋ, hiː ɹˈoʊd bᵻhˈaɪnd, æz aɪ ɹˈoʊd.