text_original: 81 F 82 GLENMALURE " It threats me as I hurry along For the mindfulness of my ceaseless song; But I will sing when stone on stone The baleful walls to dust are gone.
text_transcription: IL IT THREATS ME AS I HURRY ALONG FOR THE MINDFULNESS OF MY CEASELESS SONG BUT I WILL SING WHEN STONE ON STONE THE BALEFUL WALLS TO DUST ARE GONE
phonemes: ˈeɪɾi wˈʌn ˈɛf ˈeɪɾi tˈuː ɡlˈɛnmɐlˌʊɹ " ɪt θɹˈɛts mˌiː æz aɪ hˈɜːɹi ɐlˈɔŋ fɚðə mˈaɪndfəlnəs ʌv maɪ sˈiːsləs sˈɔŋ; bˌʌt aɪ wɪl sˈɪŋ wɛn stˈoʊn ˌɔn stˈoʊn ðə bˈeɪlfəl wˈɔːlz tə dˈʌst ɑːɹ ɡˈɔn.