text_original: That night, ere hushful Compline Had closed the sacred day, Two boats the Point were rounding, Of Aberdaron's Bay. In one brief hour there landed, On Bardsey's holy shore, Ten men from Windsor, bringing Tidings most sad and sore.
text_transcription: THAT NIGHT I A HUSHFUL COMPLIANT HAD CLOSED THE SACRED DAY TWO BOATS THE POINT WERE ROUNDING OF EVER DARING SPAY IN ONE BRIEF HOUR THERE LANDED ON BARTSEY'S HOLY SHORE TEN MEN FROM WINDSOR BRINGING TIDINGS MOST SAD AND SORE
phonemes: ðæt nˈaɪt, ˈɛɹ hˈʌʃfəl kəmplˈaɪn hæd klˈoʊzd ðə sˈeɪkɹɪd dˈeɪ, tˈuː bˈoʊts ðə pˈɔɪnt wɜː ɹˈaʊndɪŋ, ʌv ˌæbɚdˈæɹənz bˈeɪ. ɪn wˈʌn bɹˈiːf ˈaʊɚ ðɛɹ lˈændᵻd, ˌɔn bˈɑːɹdsiz hˈoʊli ʃˈɔːɹ, tˈɛn mˈɛn fɹʌm wˈɪndsɚ, bɹˈɪŋɪŋ tˈaɪdɪŋz mˈoʊst sˈæd ænd sˈɔːɹ.