text_original: Friends waked thee till the dawn thrice slanted by To quench the tapers round thy bier, And countless decades of the rosary They numbered with a tear; But yet they whispered, "She is now a queen, And clad in rainbow green."
text_transcription: FRIENDS WAKE THEE TILL THE DAWN THRICE SLANTED BY TO QUENCH THE TAPERS ROUND THY BEER AND COUNTLESS DECADES OF THE ROSARY THEY NUMBERED WITH A TEAR BUT YET THEY WHISPERED SHE IS NOW A QUEEN AND CLAD IN RAINBOW GREEN
phonemes: fɹˈɛndz wˈeɪkt ðiː tˈɪl ðə dˈɔːn θɹˈaɪs slˈæntᵻd baɪ tə kwˈɛntʃ ðə tˈeɪpɚz ɹˈaʊnd ðˌaɪ bˈɪɹ, ænd kˈaʊntləs dˈɛkeɪdz ʌvðə ɹˈoʊzɚɹi ðeɪ nˈʌmbɚd wɪð ɐ tˈɪɹ; bˌʌt jˈɛt ðeɪ wˈɪspɚd, "ʃiː ɪz nˈaʊ ɐ kwˈiːn, ænd klˈæd ɪn ɹˈeɪnboʊ ɡɹˈiːn."