text_original: _William Morris_ LORDINGS, LISTEN TO OUR LAY Lordings, listen to our lay   We have come from far away To seek Christmas; In this mansion we are told He His yearly feast doth hold: 'Tis to day!
text_transcription: SAN FRASHMITT LORDINGS LISTENED TO OUR LAY LORDINGS LISTEN TO OUR LAY WE HAVE COME FROM FAR AWAY TO SEEK CHRISTMAS IN THIS MANSION WE ARE TOLD HE HIS YEARLY FEAST DOTH HOLD TIS TO DAY
phonemes: wˈɪljəm mˈɔːɹɪs lˈɔːɹdɪŋz, lˈɪsən tuː ˌaʊɚ lˈeɪ lˈɔːɹdɪŋz, lˈɪsən tʊ ˌaʊɚ lˈeɪ wiː hæv kˈʌm fɹʌm fˈɑːɹ ɐwˈeɪ tə sˈiːk kɹˈɪsməs; ɪn ðɪs mˈænʃən wiː ɑːɹ tˈoʊld hiː hɪz jˈɪɹli fˈiːst dʌθ hˈoʊld: tˈɪz tə dˈeɪ!