text_original: For all the congregation A lighted taper bore, In honour of the Victim, Once slain in days of yore. But now with solemn worship Borne in procession long, Mid incense clouds, and tapers, And bursts of triumph song. The Fathers and the Novices Came first in order due, Then choir boys with banners, All marching two and two. The people fall back reverently, As th' holy Monks draw near, One maiden there is trembling, As if for very fear.
text_transcription: FOR ALL THE CONGREGATION A LIGHTED TAPER BORE IN HONOUR OF THE VICTIM ONCE SLAIN IN DAYS OF YORE BUT NOW WITH SOLEMN WORSHIP BORNE IN PROCESSION LONG MID INCENSE CLOUDS AND TAPERS AND BURSTS OF TRIUMPH SONG THE FATHERS AND THE NOVICES CAME FIRST IN ORDER DEW TEN CHOIR BOYS WITH BANNERS ALL MARCHING TWO AND TWO THE PEOPLE FALL BACK REVERENTLY AS THE HOLY MONKS DRAW NEAR ONE MAIDEN THERE IS TREMBLING AS IF FOR VERY FEAR
phonemes: fɔːɹ ˈɔːl ðə kˌɑːŋɡɹɪɡˈeɪʃən ɐ lˈaɪɾᵻd tˈeɪpɚ bˈɔːɹ, ɪn ˈɑːnɚɹ ʌvðə vˈɪktɪm, wˈʌns slˈeɪn ɪn dˈeɪz ʌv jˈɔːɹ. bˌʌt nˈaʊ wɪð sˈɑːləm wˈɜːʃɪp bˈɔːɹn ɪn pɹəsˈɛʃən lˈɔŋ, mˈɪd ˈɪnsɛns klˈaʊdz, ænd tˈeɪpɚz, ænd bˈɜːsts ʌv tɹˈaɪʌmf sˈɔŋ. ðə fˈɑːðɚz ænd ðə nˈɑːvɪsᵻz kˈeɪm fˈɜːst ɪn ˈɔːɹdɚ dˈuː, ðˈɛn kwˈaɪɚ bˈɔɪz wɪð bˈænɚz, ˈɔːl mˈɑːɹtʃɪŋ tˈuː ænd tˈuː. ðə pˈiːpəl fˈɔːl bˈæk ɹˈɛvɚɹəntli, æz tˌiːˈeɪtʃ hˈoʊli mˈʌŋks dɹˈɔː nˈɪɹ, wˈʌn mˈeɪdən ðɛɹ ɪz tɹˈɛmblɪŋ, æz ɪf fɔːɹ vˈɛɹi fˈɪɹ.