text_original: With the wind it swells, with the wind 'twill sink, Dying at last by the sea's dim brink. By mortal hands the bell was hung By mortal hands 'tis never swung. When the moon's at full and the long tide creeps It rings o'er the town that the deep sea keeps   The town of Ys, that, unafraid, Cursed God's good bells for the noise they made, Cursed them well and pulled them down From every belfry in the town!
text_transcription: WITH THE WIND IT SWELLS WITH THE WIND WILL SINK DYING AT LAST BY THE SEA'S DIM BRINK BY MORTAL HANDS THE BELL WAS HUNG BY MORTAL HANDS THIS NEVER SWUNG WHEN THE MOON'S AT FULL AND THE LONG TIDE CREEPS IT RINGS OVER THE TOWN THAT THE DEEP SEA KEEPS THE TOWN OF IS THAT UNAFRAID CURSED GOD'S GOOD BELLS FOR THE NOISE THEY MADE CURSED THEM WELL AND PULLED THEM DOWN FROM EVERY BELFRY IN THE TOWN
phonemes: wɪððə wˈɪnd ɪt swˈɛlz, wɪððə wˈɪnd twˈɪl sˈɪŋk, dˈaɪɪŋ æt lˈæst baɪ ðə sˈiːz dˈɪm bɹˈɪŋk. baɪ mˈɔːɹɾəl hˈændz ðə bˈɛl wʌz hˈʌŋ baɪ mˈɔːɹɾəl hˈændz tˈɪz nˈɛvɚ swˈʌŋ. wˌɛn ðə mˈuːnz æt fˈʊl ænd ðə lˈɔŋ tˈaɪd kɹˈiːps ɪt ɹˈɪŋz ˈɔːɹ ðə tˈaʊn ðætðə dˈiːp sˈiː kˈiːps ðə tˈaʊn ʌv wˈaɪz, ðˈæt, ʌnɐfɹˈeɪd, kˈɜːst ɡˈɑːdz ɡˈʊd bˈɛlz fɚðə nˈɔɪz ðeɪ mˈeɪd, kˈɜːst ðˌɛm wˈɛl ænd pˈʊld ðˌɛm dˌaʊn fɹʌm ˈɛvɹi bˈɛlfɹi ɪnðə tˈaʊn!