text_original: Give brave Garalth a ferry ! " In Temple Michael's gruesome wood And down the frighted river's flowing The traveller scanneth tree and flood, The cloud rack on the night wind blowing Over Rhincrew, the Point of Blood Before the angry moon's face going, The stream that stumbles hasting, slowing — And hears that cry thrill wood and water With echoings dread of fray and slaughter.
text_transcription: GIVE BRAVE GAROLDS A FERRY IN TEMPLE MICHAEL'S GRUESOME WOOD AND DOWN THE FRIGHTED RIVERS FLOWING THE TRAVELLER SCANNERS TREE AND FLOOD THE CLOUD WRECK ON THE NIGHT WIND BLOWING OVER HIN CREW THE POINT OF BLOOD BEFORE THE ANGRY MOON'S FACE GOING THE STREAM THAT STUMBLES HASTING SLOWING AND HEARS THAT CRY THRILL WOOD AND WATER WITH ECHOING STREAD OF FRAY AND SLAUGHTER
phonemes: ɡˈɪv bɹˈeɪv ɡˈæɹælθ ɐ fˈɛɹi ! " ɪn tˈɛmpəl mˈaɪkəlz ɡɹˈuːsʌm wˈʊd ænd dˌaʊn ðə fɹˈaɪɾᵻd ɹˈɪvɚz flˈoʊɪŋ ðə tɹˈævəlɚ skˈænəθ tɹˈiː ænd flˈʌd, ðə klˈaʊd ɹˈæk ɔnðə nˈaɪt wˈɪnd blˈoʊɪŋ ˌoʊvɚ ɹˈaɪŋkɹuː, ðə pˈɔɪnt ʌv blˈʌd bᵻfˌɔːɹ ðɪ ˈæŋɡɹi mˈuːnz fˈeɪs ɡˈoʊɪŋ, ðə stɹˈiːm ðæt stˈʌmbəlz hˈeɪstɪŋ, slˈoʊɪŋ — ænd hˈɪɹz ðæt kɹˈaɪ θɹˈɪl wˈʊd ænd wˈɔːɾɚ wɪð ˈɛkoʊɪŋz dɹˈɛd ʌv fɹˈeɪ ænd slˈɔːɾɚ.