text_original: 'Tis evening, and the sun glow Is lighting up the sea: The tiny waves are dancing, For merriment and glee. They bore Dubritius to toil, To the fight at Abermawr, And now they sing his lullaby, And hush their noisy roar.
text_transcription: THIS EVENING AND THE SUN GLOW IS LIGHTING UP THE SEA THE TINY WAVES ARE DANCING FOR MERRIMENT AND GLEE THEY BORE THE BREECHES TO TOIL TO THE FIGHT AT EVERMORE AND NOW THEY SING HIS LULLABY AND HUSH THEIR NOISY ROAR
phonemes: tˈɪz ˈiːvnɪŋ, ænd ðə sˈʌn ɡlˈoʊ ɪz lˈaɪɾɪŋ ˌʌp ðə sˈiː: ðə tˈaɪni wˈeɪvz ɑːɹ dˈænsɪŋ, fɔːɹ mˈɛɹɪmənt ænd ɡlˈiː. ðeɪ bˈɔːɹ dʌbɹˈɪʃəs tə tˈɔɪl, tə ðə fˈaɪt æɾ ˌæbɚmˈaʊɚ, ænd nˈaʊ ðeɪ sˈɪŋ hɪz lˈʌləbˌaɪ, ænd hˈʌʃ ðɛɹ nˈɔɪzi ɹˈɔːɹ.