text_original: Never so weird the night owl screeches Scaring the peace of wood and water With ghostly dreams of strife and slaughter. " Ho, ho, there ! To the wherry, to the wherry ! Garalth harointha ! Give the Garalth a ferry ! " GARALTH'S FERRY 103 Here was the feast, and here the fray, Red lights from every loophole burning, And ruddy fires that flamed alway Hailed Garalth to his own returning.
text_transcription: NEVER SO WEIRD THE NIGHT OWL SCREECHES SCARING THE PEACE OF WOOD AND WATER WITH GHOSTLY DREAMS OF STRIFE AND SLAUGHTER HO HO THERE TO THE WARY TO THE WARY GARRAL THROYNTA GIVE THE GARALS A FAIRY HERE WAS THE FEAST AND HERE THE FRAY RED LIGHTS FROM EVERY LOOPHOLE BURNING AND RUDDY FIRES THAT FLAMED ALLWAY HAILED GARALD TO HIS OWN RETURNING
phonemes: nˈɛvɚ sˌoʊ wˈɪɹd ðə nˈaɪt ˈaʊl skɹˈiːtʃᵻz skˈɛɹɪŋ ðə pˈiːs ʌv wˈʊd ænd wˈɔːɾɚ wɪð ɡˈoʊstli dɹˈiːmz ʌv stɹˈaɪf ænd slˈɔːɾɚ. " hˈoʊ, hˈoʊ, ðˈɛɹ ! tə ðə wˈɛɹi, tə ðə wˈɛɹi ! ɡˈæɹælθ hæɹˈɔɪnθə ! ɡˈɪv ðə ɡˈæɹælθ ɐ fˈɛɹi ! " ɡˈæɹælθz fˈɛɹi wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd θɹˈiː hˈɪɹ wʌzðə fˈiːst, ænd hˈɪɹ ðə fɹˈeɪ, ɹˈɛd lˈaɪts fɹʌm ˈɛvɹi lˈuːphoʊl bˈɜːnɪŋ, ænd ɹˈʌdi fˈaɪɚz ðæt flˈeɪmd ˈɔlweɪ hˈeɪld ɡˈæɹælθ tə hɪz ˈoʊn ɹᵻtˈɜːnɪŋ.