text_original: But now, in peace, he cometh, In Bardsey's Isle to rest, His spirit calmly dwelling In regions of the blest. Lower your crest, ye foam waves, Wail adverse winds no more, Dubritius must pass over To Bardsey's sainted shore.
text_transcription: BUT NOW IN PEACE HE COMETH IN BARSEY'S ISLE TO REST HIS SPIRIT CALMLY DWELLING IN REGIONS OF THE BLEST LOWER YOUR CREST YOU FOAM WAVES WAIL ADVERSE WINDS NO MORE THE BREECHES MUST PASS OVER TO BARTSEY'S SAINTED SHORE
phonemes: bˌʌt nˈaʊ, ɪn pˈiːs, hiː kˈʌməθ, ɪn bˈɑːɹdsiz ˈaɪəl tə ɹˈɛst, hɪz spˈɪɹɪt kˈɑːmli dwˈɛlɪŋ ɪn ɹˈiːdʒənz ʌvðə blˈɛst. lˈoʊɚ jʊɹ kɹˈɛst, jiː fˈoʊm wˈeɪvz, wˈeɪl ædvˈɜːs wˈɪndz nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ, dʌbɹˈɪʃəs mˈʌst pˈæs ˌoʊvɚ tə bˈɑːɹdsiz sˈeɪntᵻd ʃˈɔːɹ.