text_original: And there the lion's ruddy eyes Shall flow with tears of gold: And pitying the tender cries, And walking round the fold: Saying: 'Wrath by His meekness, And, by His health, sickness, Is driven away From our immortal day.
text_transcription: AND THERE THE LION'S RUDDY EYES SHALL FLOW WITH TEARS OF GOLD AND PITYING THE TENDER CRIES AND WALKING ROUND THE FOLD SAYING WROTH BY HIS MEEKNESS AND BY HIS HEALTH SICKNESS IS DRIVEN AWAY FROM OUR IMMORTAL DAY
phonemes: ænd ðɛɹ ðə lˈaɪənz ɹˈʌdi ˈaɪz ʃˌæl flˈoʊ wɪð tˈɪɹz ʌv ɡˈoʊld: ænd pˈɪɾiɪŋ ðə tˈɛndɚ kɹˈaɪz, ænd wˈɔːkɪŋ ɹˈaʊnd ðə fˈoʊld: sˈeɪɪŋ: ɹˈæθ baɪ hɪz mˈiːknəs, ænd, baɪ hɪz hˈɛlθ, sˈɪknəs, ɪz dɹˈɪvən ɐwˈeɪ fɹʌm ˌaʊɚɹ ɪmˈɔːɹɾəl dˈeɪ.