text_original: The red man came   The roaming hunter tribes, warlike and fierce, And the mound builders vanished from the earth. The solitude of centuries untold Has settled where they dwelt. The prairie wolf Hunts in their meadows, and his fresh dug den Yawns by my path.
text_transcription: THE RED MEN CAME THE ROAMING HUNTER TRIBES WARLIKE AND FIERCE AND THE MOUNT BUILDERS VANISHED FROM THE EARTH THE SOLITUDE OF CENTURIES UNTOLD HAS SETTLED WHERE THEY DWELT THE PRAIRIE WOLF HUNTS IN THEIR MEADOWS AND HIS FRESH DUG DEN YAWNS BY MY PATH
phonemes: ðə ɹˈɛd mˈæn kˈeɪm ðə ɹˈoʊmɪŋ hˈʌntɚ tɹˈaɪbz, wˈɔːɹlaɪk ænd fˈɪɹs, ænd ðə mˈaʊnd bˈɪldɚz vˈænɪʃt fɹʌmðɪ ˈɜːθ. ðə sˈɑːlɪtˌuːd ʌv sˈɛntʃɚɹiz ʌntˈoʊld hɐz sˈɛɾəld wˌɛɹ ðeɪ dwˈɛlt. ðə pɹˈɛɹi wˈʊlf hˈʌnts ɪn ðɛɹ mˈɛdoʊz, ænd hɪz fɹˈɛʃ dˈʌɡ dˈɛn jˈɔːnz baɪ maɪ pˈæθ.