text_original: 'T is two long years since sunk the town beneath that bloody band, And all around its trampled hearth a larger concourse stand, Where high upon a gallows tree a yelling wretch is seen,   'T is Hackett of Dungarvan,  he who steered the Algerine!
text_transcription: TIS TWO LONG YEARS SINCE SUNK THE TOWN BENEATH THAT BLOODY BAND AND ALL AROUND IT STRAMPLED HEARTH A LARGER CONCOURSE STAND WHERE HIGH UPON A GALLOWS TREE A YELLING WRETCH IS SEEN TIS HAKET OF DUNGARVEN HE WHO STEERED THE ALGERINE
phonemes: tˈiː ɪz tˈuː lˈɔŋ jˈɪɹz sˈɪns sˈʌŋk ðə tˈaʊn bᵻnˌiːθ ðæt blˈʌdi bˈænd, ænd ˈɔːl ɚɹˈaʊnd ɪts tɹˈæmpəld hˈɑːɹθ ɐ lˈɑːɹdʒɚ kˈɑːŋkɔːɹs stˈænd, wˌɛɹ hˈaɪ əpˌɑːn ɐ ɡˈæloʊz tɹˈiː ɐ jˈɛlɪŋ ɹˈɛtʃ ɪz sˈiːn,   tˈiː ɪz hˈækɪt ʌv dˈʌŋɡɑːɹvˌæn,  hiː hˌuː stˈɪɹd ðɪ ˈældʒɚɹˌiːn!