text_original: Going  our early friends; Voices we loved are dumb; Footsteps grow dim in the morning dew; Fainter the echoes come Ringing: Coming to join our march,   Shoulder to shoulder pressed,   Gray haired veterans strike their tents For the far off purple West   Singing!
text_transcription: GOING OUR EARLY FRIENDS VOICES WE LOVED ARE DUMB FOOTSTEPS GROW DIM IN THE MORNING DEW FAINTER THE ECHOES COME RINGING COMING TO JOIN OUR MARCH SHOULDER TO SHOULDER PRESSED GRAY HAIRED VETERANS STRIKE THEIR TENTS FOR THE FAR OFF PURPLE WEST SINGING
phonemes: ɡˌoʊɪŋ ˌaʊɚɹ ˈɜːli fɹˈɛndz; vˈɔɪsᵻz wiː lˈʌvd ɑːɹ dˈʌm; fˈʊtstɛps ɡɹˈoʊ dˈɪm ɪnðə mˈɔːɹnɪŋ dˈuː; fˈeɪntɚ ðɪ ˈɛkoʊz kˈʌm ɹˈɪŋɪŋ: kˈʌmɪŋ tə dʒˈɔɪn ˌaʊɚ mˈɑːɹtʃ,   ʃˈoʊldɚ tə ʃˈoʊldɚ pɹˈɛst,   ɡɹˈeɪ hˈɛɹd vˈɛɾɚɹənz stɹˈaɪk ðɛɹ tˈɛnts fɚðə fˈɑːɹ ˈɔf pˈɜːpəl wˈɛst sˈɪŋɪŋ!