text_original: Why linger by some far off lake Or Continental strand? St. Martin's Summer comes to make A glory in the land. The river runs a golden stream Where WREN'S great dome looks down; Thine eyes, methinks, have brighter gleam; Come back to Town!
text_transcription: WHY LINGER BY SOME FAR OFF LAKE OR CONTINENTAL STRAND SAINT MARTIN'S SUMMER COMES TO MAKE A GLORY IN THE LAND THE RIVER RUNS A GOLDEN STREAM WHERE WREN'S GREAT DOME LOOKS DOWN THINE EYES METHINKS HAVE BRIGHTER GLEAM COME BACK TO TOWN
phonemes: wˌaɪ lˈɪŋɡɚ baɪ sˌʌm fˈɑːɹ ˈɔf lˈeɪk ɔːɹ kˌɑːntɪnˈɛntəl stɹˈænd? sənt. mˈɑːɹtɪnz sˈʌmɚ kˈʌmz tə mˌeɪk ɐ ɡlˈɔːɹi ɪnðə lˈænd. ðə ɹˈɪvɚ ɹˈʌnz ɐ ɡˈoʊldən stɹˈiːm wˌɛɹ ɹˈɛnz ɡɹˈeɪt dˈoʊm lˈʊks dˈaʊn; ðaɪn ˈaɪz, miːθˈɪŋks, hæv bɹˈaɪɾɚ ɡlˈiːm; kˈʌm bˈæk tə tˈaʊn!