text_original: I can walk with you up to the ridge of the hill, And we'll talk of the way we have come through the valley; Down below there a bird breaks into a trill, And a groaning slave bends to the oar of his galley.
text_transcription: I CAN WALK WITH YOU UP TO THE RIDGE OF THE HILL AND WE'LL TALK OF THE WAY WE HAVE COME THROUGH THE VALLEY DOWN BELOW THERE A BIRD BREAKS INTO A TRILL AND A GROANING SLAVE BENDS TO THE OAR OF HIS GALLEY
phonemes: aɪ kæn wˈɔːk wɪð juː ˌʌp tə ðə ɹˈɪdʒ ʌvðə hˈɪl, ænd wiːl tˈɔːk ʌvðə wˈeɪ wiː hæv kˈʌm θɹuː ðə vˈæli; dˌaʊn bᵻlˌoʊ ðɛɹ ɐ bˈɜːd bɹˈeɪks ˌɪntʊ ɐ tɹˈɪl, ænd ɐ ɡɹˈoʊnɪŋ slˈeɪv bˈɛndz tə ðɪ ˈɔːɹ ʌv hɪz ɡˈæli.