text_original: See Emmet leap from troubled sleep To grasp the hand of Padraic Pearse! There is no rope can strangle song And not for long death takes his toll. No prison bars can dim the stars Nor quicklime eat the living soul.
text_transcription: SEE EMMET LEAP FROM TROUBLED SLEEP TO GRASP THE HAND OF QUADRICK PEERS THERE IS NO ROGUE CAN STRANGLE SONG AND NOT FOR LONG DEATH TAKES HIS TOLL NO PRISON BARS CAN DIM THE STARS NOR QUICKLIME EAT THE LIVING SOUL
phonemes: sˈiː ˈɛmɪt lˈiːp fɹʌm tɹˈʌbəld slˈiːp tə ɡɹˈæsp ðə hˈænd ʌv pædɹˈeɪɪk pˈɪɹs! ðɛɹ ɪz nˈoʊ ɹˈoʊp kæn stɹˈæŋɡəl sˈɔŋ ænd nˌɑːt fɔːɹ lˈɔŋ dˈɛθ tˈeɪks hɪz tˈoʊl. nˈoʊ pɹˈɪzən bˈɑːɹz kæn dˈɪm ðə stˈɑːɹz nˈɔːɹ kwˈɪklaɪm ˈiːt ðə lˈɪvɪŋ sˈoʊl.