text_original: To 'seanachas' and wise old talk of Erin's days gone by   Who trench'd the rath on such a hill, and where the bones may lie Of saint, or king, or warrior chief; with tales of fairy power, And tender ditties sweetly sung to pass the twilight hour.
text_transcription: TO SHANAH HAS AND WISE OLD TALK OF AARON'S DAYS GONE BY WHO DRENCH THE WRATH ON SUCH A HILL AND WHERE THE BONES MAY LIE OF SAINT OR KING OR WARRIOR CHIEF WITH TALES OF FAIRY POWER AND TENDER DITTIES SWEETLY SUNG TO PASS THE TWILIGHT HOUR
phonemes: tʊ siːnˈɑːtʃəz ænd wˈaɪz ˈoʊld tˈɔːk ʌv ˈɛɹɪnz dˈeɪz ɡɔn baɪ hˌuː tɹˈɛntʃd ðə ɹˈæθ ˌɔn sˈʌtʃ ɐ hˈɪl, ænd wˌɛɹ ðə bˈoʊnz mˈeɪ lˈaɪ ʌv sˈeɪnt, ɔːɹ kˈɪŋ, ɔːɹ wˈɔːɹɪɚ tʃˈiːf; wɪð tˈeɪlz ʌv fˈɛɹi pˈaʊɚ, ænd tˈɛndɚ dˈɪɾɪz swˈiːtli sˈʌŋ tə pˈæs ðə twˈaɪlaɪt ˈaʊɚ.