text_original: " Michael Dwyer still sits in his chair On the red rock up on the mountain there, And the roofless barrack with eyes of bale Stares at him from the heart of the vale.
text_transcription: MICHAEL DWYER STILL SITS IN HIS CHAIR ON THE RED ROCK UP ON THE MOUNTAIN THERE AND THE ROOFLESS BARRACK WITH EYES OF BALE STARES AT HIM FROM THE HEART OF THE VE
phonemes: " mˈaɪkəl dwˈaɪɚ stˈɪl sˈɪts ɪn hɪz tʃˈɛɹ ɔnðə ɹˈɛd ɹˈɑːk ˌʌp ɔnðə mˈaʊntɪn ðˈɛɹ, ænd ðə ɹˈuːfləs bˈɛɹək wɪð ˈaɪz ʌv bˈeɪl stˈɛɹz æt hˌɪm fɹʌmðə hˈɑːɹt ʌvðə vˈeɪl.