text_original: *' Like Traveller's Joy in blossom. Like snow upon the pass. She drifted o'er the mountain. Nor ever touched the grass. " Now all my sheep had rambled. ' Come hither up the steep, Come hither,' cried the fairy, ' And I will find the sheep.'
text_transcription: LIKE TRAVELLER'S JOY AND BLOSSOM LIKE SNOW UPON THE PASS SHE DRIFTED O'ER THE MOUNTAIN NOR EVER TOUCHED THE GRASS NOW ALL MY SHEEP HAD RAMBLED COME HITHER UP THE STEEP COME HITHER CRIED THE FAIRY AND I WILL FIND THE SHEEP
phonemes: ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk lˈaɪk tɹˈævəlɚz dʒˈɔɪ ɪn blˈɔsəm. lˈaɪk snˈoʊ əpˌɑːn ðə pˈæs. ʃiː dɹˈɪftᵻd ˈɔːɹ ðə mˈaʊntɪn. nˈɔːɹ ˈɛvɚ tˈʌtʃt ðə ɡɹˈæs. " nˈaʊ ˈɔːl maɪ ʃˈiːp hæd ɹˈæmbəld. kˈʌm hˈɪðɚɹ ˌʌp ðə stˈiːp, kˈʌm hˈɪðɚ,kɹˈaɪd ðə fˈɛɹi, ænd aɪ wɪl fˈaɪnd ðə ʃˈiːp.