text_original: But ere the pleased stir of the people had died, Llewellyn, fresh home from the wars, with his soldierly stride Climbed, bearded and splendid in mail, and his only young child Held up from his shoulder in sight of them all; till they cried Peal on peal of delight when the rosy babe turned, and her lip Laid sweetly upon me in benison mild. Yea, sailor!
text_transcription: BUT ERE THE PLEASED STIR OF THE PEOPLE HAD DIED CLU LIN FRESH HOME FROM THE WARS WITH HIS SOLDIERLY STRIDE CLIMBED BEARDED AND SPLENDID IN MAIL AND HIS ONLY YOUNG CHILD HELD UP FROM HIS SHOULDER IN SIGHT OF THEM ALL TILL THEY CRIED PEAL ON PEAL OF DELIGHT WHEN THE ROSY BABE TURNED AND HER LIP LAID SWEETLY UPON ME IN BENIZEN MILD YEA SAILOR
phonemes: bˌʌt ˈɛɹ ðə plˈiːzd stˈɜːɹ ʌvðə pˈiːpəl hæd dˈaɪd, lʊwˈɛlɪn, fɹˈɛʃ hˈoʊm fɹʌmðə wˈɔːɹz, wɪð hɪz sˈoʊldʒɚli stɹˈaɪd klˈaɪmd, bˈɪɹdᵻd ænd splˈɛndɪd ɪn mˈeɪl, ænd hɪz ˈoʊnli jˈʌŋ tʃˈaɪld hˈɛld ˌʌp fɹʌm hɪz ʃˈoʊldɚɹ ɪn sˈaɪt ʌv ðˌɛm ˈɔːl; tˈɪl ðeɪ kɹˈaɪd pˈiːl ˌɔn pˈiːl ʌv dᵻlˈaɪt wɛn ðə ɹˈoʊzi bˈeɪb tˈɜːnd, ænd hɜː lˈɪp lˈeɪd swˈiːtli əpˌɑːn mˌiː ɪn bᵻnˈɪsən mˈaɪld. jˈeɪ, sˈeɪlɚ!