text_original: Noel ! Noel ! In the church yard. Where the low graves lie. Light winds bear the strains melodious. Soft as spirit's sigh ; Do ye hear it, O ye sleepers. As it dies and swells ? Hear your ears the mystic music Of earth's Christmas bells
text_transcription: NOEL NOEL IN THE CHURCHYARD WHERE THE LOW GRAVES LIE LIGHT WINDS BEAR THE STRANGE MELODIOUS SOFT AS SPIRITS SIGH DO YE HEAR IT O YE SLEEPERS AS IT DIES AND SWELLS HERE YOU EARS THE MYSTIC MUSIC OF EARTH CHRISTMAS BELLS
phonemes: nˈoʊl ! nˈoʊl ! ɪnðə tʃˈɜːtʃ jˈɑːɹd. wˌɛɹ ðə lˈoʊ ɡɹˈeɪvz lˈaɪ. lˈaɪt wˈɪndz bˈɛɹ ðə stɹˈeɪnz mɛlˈoʊdiəs. sˈɔft æz spˈɪɹɪts sˈaɪ ; dˈuː jiː hˈɪɹ ɪt, ˈoʊ jiː slˈiːpɚz. æz ɪt dˈaɪz ænd swˈɛlz ? hˈɪɹ jʊɹ ˈɪɹz ðə mˈɪstɪk mjˈuːzɪk ʌv ˈɜːθz kɹˈɪsməs bˈɛlz