text_original: The soil of Ireland throbs and glows With life that knows the hour is here To strike again like Irishmen For that which Irishmen hold dear.
text_transcription: THE SOIL OF IRELAND THROBS AND GLOWS WITH LIFE THAT KNOWS THE HOUR IS HERE TO STRIKE AGAIN LIKE IRISHMEN FOR THAT WHICH IRISHMEN HOLD DEAR
phonemes: ðə sˈɔɪl ʌv ˈaɪɚlənd θɹˈɑːbz ænd ɡlˈoʊz wɪð lˈaɪf ðæt nˈoʊz ðɪ ˈaʊɚɹ ɪz hˈɪɹ tə stɹˈaɪk ɐɡˈɛn lˈaɪk ˈaɪɹɪʃmˌɛn fɔːɹ ðæt wˌɪtʃ ˈaɪɹɪʃmˌɛn hˈoʊld dˈɪɹ.