text_original: For Bardsey is the lighthouse Of many a shipwrecked soul; To many a way worn wanderer Is Bardsey's Isle the goal. The glow of Bardsey's brightness, Illumes wild Cambria's shores, Across the Irish Channel, Her Heavenly light she pours.
text_transcription: FOR BARTSEY IS THE LIGHTHOUSE OF MANY A SHIPWRECKED SOUL TO MANY A WAY WORN WANDERER IS PARTSIE'S ISLE THE GOAL THE GLOW OF PARTSY'S BRIGHTNESS ILLUMES WILD CAMBRIA'S SHORES ACROSS THE IRISH CHANNEL HER HEAVENLY LIGHT SHE POURS
phonemes: fɔːɹ bˈɑːɹdsi ɪz ðə lˈaɪthaʊs ʌv mˈɛni ɐ ʃˈɪpɹɛkt sˈoʊl; tə mˈɛni ɐ wˈeɪ wˈɔːɹn wˈɔndɚɹɚɹ ɪz bˈɑːɹdsiz ˈaɪəl ðə ɡˈoʊl. ðə ɡlˈoʊ ʌv bˈɑːɹdsiz bɹˈaɪtnəs, ɪlˈuːmz wˈaɪld kˈæmbɹiəz ʃˈɔːɹz, əkɹˌɑːs ðɪ ˈaɪɹɪʃ tʃˈænəl, hɜː hˈɛvənli lˈaɪt ʃiː pˈɔːɹz.