text_original: No favoring hand that comes of lofty race, No priestly unction, nor the grant of kings, Can on me lay such lustre and such grace, Nor add such heritage; for one who sings Hath a crowned head, and by the sacred bay, His heart, his thoughts, his tears, are consecrate alway.
text_transcription: NO FAVOURING HAND THAT COMES OF LOFTY RACE NO PRIESTLY UNCTION NOR THE GRAND OF KINGS CAN ON ME LAY SUCH LUSTRE AND SUCH GRACE NOR ADD SUCH HERITAGE FOR ONE WHO SINGS HAS A CROWN AT HEAD AND BY THE SACRED BAY HIS HEART HIS THOUGHTS HIS TEARS ARE CONSECRATE ALWAY
phonemes: nˈoʊ fˈeɪvɚɹɪŋ hˈænd ðæt kˈʌmz ʌv lˈɔfti ɹˈeɪs, nˈoʊ pɹˈiːstli ˈʌŋkʃən, nˈɔːɹ ðə ɡɹˈænt ʌv kˈɪŋz, kæn ˌɔn mˌiː lˈeɪ sˈʌtʃ lˈʌstɚ ænd sˈʌtʃ ɡɹˈeɪs, nˈɔːɹ ˈæd sˈʌtʃ hˈɛɹɪɾɪdʒ; fɔːɹ wˈʌn hˌuː sˈɪŋz hæθ ɐ kɹˈaʊnd hˈɛd, ænd baɪ ðə sˈeɪkɹɪd bˈeɪ, hɪz hˈɑːɹt, hɪz θˈɔːts, hɪz tˈɪɹz, ɑːɹ kˈɑːnsɪkɹˌeɪt ˈɔlweɪ.