text_original: And now yon friar with the bare feet there, Is grown the haunting spirit of the place; Ah! brown robed friar with the shaven face, The saints are weary of thy mumbled prayer.
text_transcription: AND NOW YON FRIAR WITH THE BARE FEET THERE IS GROWN THE HAUNTING SPIRIT OF THE PLACE AH BROWN ROBED FRIAR WITH THE SHAVEN FACE THE SAINTS ARE WEARY OF THY MUMBLED PRAYER
phonemes: ænd nˈaʊ jˈɑːn fɹˈaɪɚ wɪððə bˈɛɹ fˈiːt ðˈɛɹ, ɪz ɡɹˈoʊn ðə hˈɔːntɪŋ spˈɪɹɪt ʌvðə plˈeɪs; ˈɑː! bɹˈaʊn ɹˈoʊbd fɹˈaɪɚ wɪððə ʃˈeɪvən fˈeɪs, ðə sˈeɪnts ɑːɹ wˈɪɹi ʌv ðˌaɪ mˈʌmbəld pɹˈɛɹ.