text_original: SIR WALTER SCOTT O, young Lochinvar is come out of the West,   Through all the wide Border his steed was the best; And, save his good broadsword, he weapons had none,   He rode all unarmed and he rode all alone.
text_transcription: STOT ORK BY SONYA O YOUNG LORNVOIR IS COME OUT OF THE WEST THROUGH ALL THE WHITE BORDER HIS STEED WAS THE BEST AND SAVE HIS GOOD BROADSWORD HE WEAPONS HAD NONE HE RODE ALL UNARMED AND HE RODE ALL ALONE
phonemes: sˌɜː wˈɔltɚ skˈɑːt ˈoʊ, jˈʌŋ lˈɑːtʃɪnvˌɑːɹ ɪz kˈʌm ˌaʊɾəv ðə wˈɛst,   θɹuː ˈɔːl ðə wˈaɪd bˈɔːɹdɚ hɪz stˈiːd wʌzðə bˈɛst; ænd, sˈeɪv hɪz ɡˈʊd bɹˈɔːdsɔːɹd, hiː wˈɛpənz hæd nˈʌn,   hiː ɹˈoʊd ˈɔːl ʌnˈɑːɹmd ænd hiː ɹˈoʊd ˈɔːl ɐlˈoʊn.