text_original: The boats are filling quickly At Aberdaron's quay, The Bardsey bells are pealing, Across the crimson sea. The Aberdaron Canons {25} Are chanting their sweet Psalm, The blessed Saint is passing Across those waters calm.
text_transcription: THE BOATS ARE FILLING QUICKLY AT EBERDAREN'S KEY THE BARD SEA BELLS ARE PEALING ACROSS THE CRIMSON SEA THE EBERDAREN CANNONS ARE CHANTING THEIR SWEET PSALM THE BLESSED SAINT IS PASSING ACROSS THOSE WATERS CALM
phonemes: ðə bˈoʊts ɑːɹ fˈɪlɪŋ kwˈɪkli æɾ ˌæbɚdˈæɹənz kˈiː, ðə bˈɑːɹdsi bˈɛlz ɑːɹ pˈiːlɪŋ, əkɹˌɑːs ðə kɹˈɪmsən sˈiː. ðɪ ˌæbɚdˈæɹən kˈænənz {twˈɛnti fˈaɪv} ɑːɹ tʃˈæntɪŋ ðɛɹ swˈiːt sˈɑːm, ðə blˈɛst sˈeɪnt ɪz pˈæsɪŋ əkɹˌɑːs ðoʊz wˈɔːɾɚz kˈɑːm.