text_original: The monks to him made answer, 'Two hundred years have gone o'er, Since our Abbot Cormac went through the gate, and never was heard of more. Matthias now is our Abbot, and twenty have pass'd away. The stranger is lord of Ireland; we live in an evil day.'
text_transcription: THE MONKS TO HIM MADE ANSWER TWO HUNDRED YEARS HAVE GONE OVER SINCE OUR ABBOT CORMAC WENT TO THE GATE AND NEVER WAS HEARD OF MORE MATTHIAS NOW IS OUR ABBOT AND TWENTY HAVE PASSED AWAY THE STRANGER IS LORD OF IRELAND WE LIVE IN AN EVIL DAY
phonemes: ðə mˈʌŋks tə hˌɪm mˌeɪd ˈænsɚ, tˈuː hˈʌndɹɪd jˈɪɹz hæv ɡɔn ˈɔːɹ, sˈɪns ˌaʊɚɹ ˈæbət kˈɔːɹmæk wɛnt θɹuː ðə ɡˈeɪt, ænd nˈɛvɚ wʌz hˈɜːd ʌv mˈɔːɹ. mɐθˈaɪəs nˈaʊ ɪz ˌaʊɚɹ ˈæbət, ænd twˈɛnti hæv pˈæsd ɐwˈeɪ. ðə stɹˈeɪndʒɚɹ ɪz lˈɔːɹd ʌv ˈaɪɚlənd; wiː lˈɪv ɪn ɐn ˈiːvəl dˈeɪ.