text_original: ERIE WATERS A dash of yellow sand, Wind scattered and sun tanned; Some waves that curl and cream along the margin of the strand; And, creeping close to these Long shores that lounge at ease, Old Erie rocks and ripples to a fresh sou' western breeze.
text_transcription: ORK BY MATTIE A DASH OF YELLOW SAND WIND SCATTERED AND SUNTANNED SOME WAVES THAT CURL AND CREAM ALONG THE MARGIN OF THE STRAND AND CREEPING CLOSE TO THESE LONG SHORES THAT LOUNGE AT EASE OLDERIE ROCKS AND RIPPLES TO A FRESH SOUTHWESTERN BREEZE
phonemes: ˈiəɹi wˈɔːɾɚz ɐ dˈæʃ ʌv jˈɛloʊ sˈænd, wˈɪnd skˈæɾɚd ænd sˈʌn tˈænd; sˌʌm wˈeɪvz ðæt kˈɜːl ænd kɹˈiːm ɐlˈɔŋ ðə mˈɑːɹdʒɪn ʌvðə stɹˈænd; ænd, kɹˈiːpɪŋ klˈoʊs tə ðiːz lˈɔŋ ʃˈɔːɹz ðæt lˈaʊndʒ æɾ ˈiːz, ˈoʊld ˈiəɹi ɹˈɑːks ænd ɹˈɪpəlz tʊ ɐ fɹˈɛʃ sˈuː wˈɛstɚn bɹˈiːz.