text_original: Sweet Vale of Avoca! how calm could I rest In thy bosom of shade, with the friends I love best; Where the storms that we feel in this cold world should cease, And our hearts, like thy waters, be mingled in peace.
text_transcription: SWEET VEIL OF A VOCA HOW CALM COULD I REST IN THY BOSOM OF SHADE WITH THE FRIENDS I LOVE BEST WHERE THE STORMS THAT WE FEEL IN THIS COLD WORLD SHOULD CEASE AND OUR HEARTS LIKE THY WATERS BE MINGLED IN PEACE
phonemes: swˈiːt vˈeɪl ʌv ævˈoʊkə! hˌaʊ kˈɑːm kʊd aɪ ɹˈɛst ɪn ðˌaɪ bˈʊzəm ʌv ʃˈeɪd, wɪððə fɹˈɛndz aɪ lˈʌv bˈɛst; wˌɛɹ ðə stˈɔːɹmz ðæt wiː fˈiːl ɪn ðɪs kˈoʊld wˈɜːld ʃˌʊd sˈiːs, ænd ˌaʊɚ hˈɑːɹts, lˈaɪk ðˌaɪ wˈɔːɾɚz, biː mˈɪŋɡəld ɪn pˈiːs.