text_original: X A MEMORY OF IRELAND WHERE the saints of Holy Ireland sleep No chancels pen them round, But the waving trees their vigils keep Above each verdant mound.
text_transcription: A A MEMORY OF IRELAND WHERE THE SAINTS OF HOLY ISLAND SLEEP NO CHANCELS PEN THEM ROUND BUT THE WAVING TREES THEIR VIGILS KEEP ABOVE EACH VERDANT MOUND
phonemes: ˈɛks ɐ mˈɛmɚɹi ʌv ˈaɪɚlənd wˌɛɹ ðə sˈeɪnts ʌv hˈoʊli ˈaɪɚlənd slˈiːp nˈoʊ tʃˈænsəlz pˈɛn ðˌɛm ɹˈaʊnd, bˌʌt ðə wˈeɪvɪŋ tɹˈiːz ðɛɹ vˈɪdʒɪlz kˈiːp əbˌʌv ˈiːtʃ vˈɜːdənt mˈaʊnd.