text_original: IN A CHURCH This was the first shrine lit for Queen Marie; And I will sit a little at her feet, For winds without howl down the narrow street And storm clouds gather from the westward sea.
text_transcription: IN A CHURCH THIS WAS THE FIRST SHRINE LIT FOR QUEEN MARIE AND I WILL SIT A LITTLE AT HER FEET FOR WINDS WITHOUT HOW DOWN THE NARROW STREET AND STORM CLOUDS GATHER FROM THE WESTWARD SEA
phonemes: ɪn ɐ tʃˈɜːtʃ ðɪs wʌzðə fˈɜːst ʃɹˈaɪn lˈɪt fɔːɹ kwˈiːn mɚɹˈiː; ænd aɪ wɪl sˈɪt ɐ lˈɪɾəl æt hɜː fˈiːt, fɔːɹ wˈɪndz wɪðˌaʊt hˈaʊl dˌaʊn ðə nˈæɹoʊ stɹˈiːt ænd stˈɔːɹm klˈaʊdz ɡˈæðɚ fɹʌmðə wˈɛstwɚd sˈiː.