text_original: now beside the tomb, Where holy Cadfan resteth, A light steals through the gloom, And 'mid the light a figure, In holy Monk's attire, And smiling sweetly, brightly, Points to the ruined choir. "Pilgrims faithful, Pilgrims true, List to that I tell to you.
text_transcription: NOW BESIDE THE TOMB WHERE HOLY CATTON RESTETH A LIGHT STEALS THROUGH THE GLOOM AND MID THE LIGHT A FIGURE IN HOLY MONK'S ATTIRE AND SMILING SWEETLY BRIGHTLY POINTS TO THE RUINED CHOIR PILGRIMS FAITHFUL PILGRIMS TRUE LIST TO THAT I TELL TO YOU
phonemes: nˈaʊ bᵻsˌaɪd ðə tˈuːm, wˌɛɹ hˈoʊli kˈædfən ɹˈɛstəθ, ɐ lˈaɪt stˈiːlz θɹuː ðə ɡlˈuːm, ænd mˈɪd ðə lˈaɪt ɐ fˈɪɡjɚ, ɪn hˈoʊli mˈʌŋks ɐtˈaɪɚ, ænd smˈaɪlɪŋ swˈiːtli, bɹˈaɪtli, pˈɔɪnts tə ðə ɹˈuːɪnd kwˈaɪɚ. "pˈɪlɡɹɪmz fˈeɪθfəl, pˈɪlɡɹɪmz tɹˈuː, lˈɪst tə ðæt aɪ tˈɛl tə juː.