text_original: * * * * * The lichens and the ivy Are creeping up the wall, And growing round the casements, And o'er the towers tall. The Abbey hath grown hoary, With centuries of age, St. Mary's Abbey stories In many an ancient page.
text_transcription: THE LICHENS AND THE IVY ARE CREEPING UP THE WALL AND GROWING ROUND THE CASEMENTS AND OVER THE TOWERS TALL THE ABBEY HATH GROWN HOARY WITH CENTURIES OF AGE SENT MARY'S ABBEY'S STORIES IN MANY AN ANCIENT PAGE
phonemes: ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk ðə lˈaɪkənz ænd ðɪ ˈaɪvi ɑːɹ kɹˈiːpɪŋ ˌʌp ðə wˈɔːl, ænd ɡɹˈoʊɪŋ ɹˈaʊnd ðə kˈeɪsmənts, ænd ˈɔːɹ ðə tˈaʊɚz tˈɔːl. ðɪ ˈæbi hæθ ɡɹˈoʊn hˈɔːɹi, wɪð sˈɛntʃɚɹiz ʌv ˈeɪdʒ, sənt. mˈɛɹiz ˈæbi stˈɔːɹiz ɪn mˈɛni ɐn ˈeɪntʃənt pˈeɪdʒ.