text_original: Again the daisied grasses beside the castle walls Will stir with softest sighing, to hear the wind's footfalls; And through the moss grown abbey, along Killarney's shore, The melodies of Erin will echo evermore, And roll and roll and roll, Till spirit hands shall toll The music of the uplands unto the listening soul.
text_transcription: AGAIN THE DAISY GRASSES BESIDE THE CASTLE WALLS WILL STIR WITH SOFTEST SIGHING TO HEAR THE WIND'S FOOTFALLS AND THROUGH THE MO MOSS GROWN ABBEY ALONG KILARNY'S SHORE THE MELODIES OF ERIN WILL ECHO EVERMORE AND ROLL AND ROLL AND ROLL TILL SPIRIT HANDS SHALL TOLL THE MUSIC OF THE UPLANDS UNTO THE LISTENING SOUL
phonemes: ɐɡˈɛn ðə dˈeɪzid ɡɹˈæsᵻz bᵻsˌaɪd ðə kˈæsəl wˈɔːlz wɪl stˈɜː wɪð sˈɔftɪst sˈaɪɪŋ, tə hˈɪɹ ðə wˈɪndz fˈʊtfɔːlz; ænd θɹuː ðə mˈɔs ɡɹˈoʊn ˈæbi, ɐlˈɔŋ kˈɪlɑːɹniz ʃˈɔːɹ, ðə mˈɛlədiz ʌv ˈɛɹɪn wɪl ˈɛkoʊ ˌɛvɚmˈɔːɹ, ænd ɹˈoʊl ænd ɹˈoʊl ænd ɹˈoʊl, tˈɪl spˈɪɹɪt hˈændz ʃˌæl tˈoʊl ðə mjˈuːzɪk ʌvðɪ ˈʌpləndz ˌʌntʊ ðə lˈɪsənɪŋ sˈoʊl.