text_original: And then the old man turning, Towards Cambria's rock bound shore, Pointed the boy to Barmouth, {11} But then called Abermawr. "My son," said he, "'tis yonder, Long years ago I tried To bring poor souls to Jesus, Who once for sinners died.
text_transcription: AND THEN THE OLD MAN TURNING TOWARDS CAMBRIA'S ROCK BOUND SHORE POINTED THE BOY TO BARMOUTH BUT THEN CALLED ABAMORE MY SON SAID HE TIS YONDER LONG YEARS AGO I TRIED TO BRING POOR SOULS TO JESUS WHO ONCE FOR SINNERS DIED
phonemes: ænd ðˈɛn ðɪ ˈoʊld mˈæn tˈɜːnɪŋ, təwˈɔːɹdz kˈæmbɹiəz ɹˈɑːk bˈaʊnd ʃˈɔːɹ, pˈɔɪntᵻd ðə bˈɔɪ tə bˈɑːɹməθ, {ɪlˈɛvən} bˌʌt ðˈɛn kˈɔːld ˌæbɚmˈaʊɚ. "maɪ sˈʌn," sˈɛd hiː, "tˈɪz jˈɑːndɚ, lˈɔŋ jˈɪɹz ɐɡˈoʊ aɪ tɹˈaɪd tə bɹˈɪŋ pˈʊɹ sˈoʊlz tə dʒˈiːzəs, hˌuː wˈʌns fɔːɹ sˈɪnɚz dˈaɪd.