text_original: The winds may lift a voice and rave And cry aloud with sob and shiver The name of one who answers never, Startling the storm tost wood and water With memories fierce of fray and slaughter. IOI 102 GARALTH'S FERRY " What ho, there
text_transcription: THE WINDS MAY LIFT THE VOICE AND RAVE AND CRY ALOUD WITH SOB AND SHIVER THE NAME OF ONE WHO ANSWERS NEVER STARTLING THE STORM TOSSED WOOD AND WATER WITH MEMORIES FIERCE OF FRAY AND SLAUGHTER WHAT HO THERE
phonemes: ðə wˈɪndz mˈeɪ lˈɪft ɐ vˈɔɪs ænd ɹˈeɪv ænd kɹˈaɪ ɐlˈaʊd wɪð sˈɑːb ænd ʃˈɪvɚ ðə nˈeɪm ʌv wˈʌn hˌuː ˈænsɚz nˈɛvɚ, stˈɑːɹɾəlɪŋ ðə stˈɔːɹm tˈɑːst wˈʊd ænd wˈɔːɾɚ wɪð mˈɛmɚɹiz fˈɪɹs ʌv fɹˈeɪ ænd slˈɔːɾɚ. ˈaɪɔɪ wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd tˈuː ɡˈæɹælθz fˈɛɹi " wˌʌt hˈoʊ, ðˈɛɹ