text_original: Now blessed be the tow'rs that crown England so fair That stand up strong in prayer unto God for our souls: Blessed be their founders (said I) an' our country folk Who are ringing for Christ in the belfries to night With arms lifted to clutch the rattling ropes that race Into the dark above and the mad romping din.
text_transcription: NOW BLESSED BE THE TOWERS THAT CROWN ENGLAND SO FAIR THAT STAND UP STRONG IN PRAYER UNTO GOD FOR OUR SOULS BLESSED BE THEIR FOUNDERS SAID I AND OUR COUNTRY FOLK WHO ARE RINGING FOR CHRIST IN THE BELFRIES TO NIGHT WITH ARMS LIFTED TO CLUTCH THE RATTLING ROPES THAT RACE INTO THE DARK ABOVE AND THE MAD ROMPING DIN
phonemes: nˈaʊ blˈɛst biː ðə tˈoʊrz ðæt kɹˈaʊn ˈɪŋɡlənd sˌoʊ fˈɛɹ ðæt stˈænd ˌʌp stɹˈɔŋ ɪn pɹˈɛɹ ˌʌntʊ ɡˈɑːd fɔːɹ ˌaʊɚ sˈoʊlz: blˈɛst biː ðɛɹ fˈaʊndɚz (sˈɛd ˈaɪ) æn ˌaʊɚ kˈʌntɹi fˈoʊk hˌuː ɑːɹ ɹˈɪŋɪŋ fɔːɹ kɹˈaɪst ɪnðə bˈɛlfɹiz tə nˈaɪt wɪð ˈɑːɹmz lˈɪftᵻd tə klˈʌtʃ ðə ɹˈæɾəlɪŋ ɹˈoʊps ðæt ɹˈeɪs ˌɪntʊ ðə dˈɑːɹk əbˌʌv ænd ðə mˈæd ɹˈɑːmpɪŋ dˈɪn.