text_original: * * * * * And now a boat is waiting The resting of the tide, One hour—Rudolph is landing On Bardsey's southern side. And quick his steps are seeking The Abbey's quiet shade; Three months—the princely Rudolph His novice vows had made.
text_transcription: AND NOW ABODE IS WAITING THE RESTING OF THE TIDE ONE HOUR RUDOLPH IS LANDING ON BARTSEY'S SOUTHERN SIDE AND QUICK HIS STEPS ARE SEEKING THE ABBEY'S QUIET SHADE THREE MONTHS THE PRINCELY RUDOLPH HIS NOVICE VOWS HAD MADE
phonemes: ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk ænd nˈaʊ ɐ bˈoʊt ɪz wˈeɪɾɪŋ ðə ɹˈɛstɪŋ ʌvðə tˈaɪd, wˈʌn ˈaʊɚ—ɹˈuːdɑːlf ɪz lˈændɪŋ ˌɔn bˈɑːɹdsiz sˈʌðɚn sˈaɪd. ænd kwˈɪk hɪz stˈɛps ɑːɹ sˈiːkɪŋ ðɪ ˈæbiz kwˈaɪət ʃˈeɪd; θɹˈiː mˈʌnθs—ðə pɹˈɪnsli ɹˈuːdɑːlf hɪz nˈɑːvɪs vˈaʊz hæd mˈeɪd.