text_original: They set thy form near blessed Finnan's side, And wailed the Gaelic death lament; But they believed thee happy as a bride With long dreamed joys content Within the land they name with wistful tongue, "The land where all are young."
text_transcription: THEY SET THY FORM NEAR BLESSED FINAN'S SIDE AND WAILED THE GALLIC DEATH LAMENT BUT THEY BELIEVE THEE HAPPY AS A BRIDE WITH LONG DREAMED JOYS CONTEND WITHIN THE LAND THEY NAME WITH WISTFUL TONGUE THE LAND WHERE ALL ARE YOUNG
phonemes: ðeɪ sˈɛt ðˌaɪ fˈɔːɹm nˌɪɹ blˈɛst fˈɪnənz sˈaɪd, ænd wˈeɪld ðə ɡˈeɪlɪk dˈɛθ lɐmˈɛnt; bˌʌt ðeɪ bᵻlˈiːvd ðiː hˈæpi æz ɐ bɹˈaɪd wɪð lˈɔŋ dɹˈiːmd dʒˈɔɪz kˈɑːntɛnt wɪðˌɪn ðə lˈænd ðeɪ nˈeɪm wɪð wˈɪstfəl tˈʌŋ, "ðə lˈænd wˌɛɹ ˈɔːl ɑːɹ jˈʌŋ."