text_original: A strange, a chill forewarning, Shakes the old man with fear, Some dread, some dire affliction, Too surely must be near. That night, ere hushful Compline Had closed the sacred day, Two boats the Point were rounding, Of Aberdaron's Bay.
text_transcription: A STRANGE A CHILL FOREWARNING SHAKES THE OLD MAN WITH FEAR SOME DREAD SOME DIRE AFFLICTION TOO SURELY MUST BE NEAR THAT NIGHT I A HUSHFUL COMPLIANT HAD CLOSED THE SACRED DAY TWO BOATS THE POINT WERE ROUNDING OF EVER DARING SPAY
phonemes: ɐ stɹˈeɪndʒ, ɐ tʃˈɪl fɔːɹwˈɔːɹnɪŋ, ʃˈeɪks ðɪ ˈoʊld mˈæn wɪð fˈɪɹ, sˌʌm dɹˈɛd, sˌʌm dˈaɪɚɹ ɐflˈɪkʃən, tˈuː ʃˈʊɹli mˈʌst biː nˈɪɹ. ðæt nˈaɪt, ˈɛɹ hˈʌʃfəl kəmplˈaɪn hæd klˈoʊzd ðə sˈeɪkɹɪd dˈeɪ, tˈuː bˈoʊts ðə pˈɔɪnt wɜː ɹˈaʊndɪŋ, ʌv ˌæbɚdˈæɹənz bˈeɪ.