text_original: Here, mid the bleak waves of our strife and care, Float the green Fortunate Isles, Where all thy hero spirits dwell, and share Our martyrdoms and toils; The present moves attended With all of brave and excellent and fair That made the old time splendid.
text_transcription: HERE AMID THE BLEAK WAVES OF OUR STRIFE AND CARE FLOW THE GREEN FORTUNATE ISLES WHERE ALL THY HERO SPIRITS DWELL AND SHARE OUR MARTYRDOMS AND TOILS THE PRESENT MOVES ATTENDED WITH ALL OF BRAVE AND EXCELLENT AND FAIR THAT MAKE THE OLD TIME SPLENDID
phonemes: hˈɪɹ, mˈɪd ðə blˈiːk wˈeɪvz ʌv ˌaʊɚ stɹˈaɪf ænd kˈɛɹ, flˈoʊt ðə ɡɹˈiːn fˈɔːɹtʃənət ˈaɪəlz, wˌɛɹ ˈɔːl ðˌaɪ hˈiəɹoʊ spˈɪɹɪts dwˈɛl, ænd ʃˈɛɹ ˌaʊɚ mˈɑːɹɾɚdəmz ænd tˈɔɪlz; ðə pɹˈɛzənt mˈuːvz ɐtˈɛndᵻd wɪð ˈɔːl ʌv bɹˈeɪv ænd ˈɛksələnt ænd fˈɛɹ ðæt mˌeɪd ðɪ ˈoʊld tˈaɪm splˈɛndɪd.