text_original: Sweet Incense clouds are rising Around the hallowed bier; From many an eye is falling The sad, the loving tear. Dubritius left Bardsey, His lov'd—his peaceful home, For fifty years mid war strife, This valiant Saint did roam.
text_transcription: SWEET INCENSE CLOUDS ARE RISING AROUND THE HALLOWED BIER FROM MANY AN EYE'S FALLING THE SAD THE LOVING TEAR THE BREECHES LEFT BARSEY HIS LOVED HIS PEACEFUL HOME FOR FIFTY YEARS MID WAR'S DRIVE THIS VALIANT SAINT DID ROAM
phonemes: swˈiːt ˈɪnsɛns klˈaʊdz ɑːɹ ɹˈaɪzɪŋ ɚɹˈaʊnd ðə hˈæloʊd bˈɪɹ; fɹʌm mˈɛni ɐn ˈaɪ ɪz fˈɔːlɪŋ ðə sˈæd, ðə lˈʌvɪŋ tˈɪɹ. dʌbɹˈɪʃəs lˈɛft bˈɑːɹdsi, hɪz lˈʌvd—hɪz pˈiːsfəl hˈoʊm, fɔːɹ fˈɪfti jˈɪɹz mˈɪd wˈɔːɹ stɹˈaɪf, ðɪs vˈæliənt sˈeɪnt dˈɪd ɹˈoʊm.