text_original: * * * * * 'Twas the Corpus Christi Spring Feast, That now was hard at hand, And Pilgrim crowds are waiting On Aberdaron's strand. The sea was gaily sparkling, Beneath the May day sun, The Aberdaron boatmen A race to Bardsey run. Now, in all haste the pilgrims Are landing on the isle, For crowds at Aberdaron Are waiting all the while. The boats return to fetch them, Across the sparkling bay, In time for the First Vespers Of Corpus Christi Day.
text_transcription: TWAS THE CORPUS CHRISTY SPRING FEAST THAT NOW WAS HARD AT HAND AND PILGRIM CROWDS ARE WAITING ON ABERDAREN'S STRAND THE SEA WAS GAILY SPARKLING BENEATH THE MAYDAY SUN THE EBERDAREN BOATMEN ERASED TO BARDSEY RUN NOW IN ALL HASTE THE PILGRIMS ARE LANDING ON THE ISLE FOR CROWDS AT EBERDERN ARE WAITING ALL THE WHILE THE BOATS RETURN TO FETCH THEM ACROSS THE SPARKLING BAY IN TIME FOR THE FIRST VESPERS OF CORPUS CHRISTY DAY
phonemes: ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk twˈɑːz ðə kˈɔːɹpəs kɹˈɪsti spɹˈɪŋ fˈiːst, ðæt nˈaʊ wʌz hˈɑːɹd æt hˈænd, ænd pˈɪlɡɹɪm kɹˈaʊdz ɑːɹ wˈeɪɾɪŋ ˌɔn ˌæbɚdˈæɹənz stɹˈænd. ðə sˈiː wʌz ɡˈeɪli spˈɑːɹklɪŋ, bᵻnˌiːθ ðə mˈeɪ dˈeɪ sˈʌn, ðɪ ˌæbɚdˈæɹən bˈoʊtmɛn ɐ ɹˈeɪs tə bˈɑːɹdsi ɹˈʌn. nˈaʊ, ɪn ˈɔːl hˈeɪst ðə pˈɪlɡɹɪmz ɑːɹ lˈændɪŋ ɔnðɪ ˈaɪəl, fɔːɹ kɹˈaʊdz æɾ ˌæbɚdˈæɹən ɑːɹ wˈeɪɾɪŋ ˈɔːl ðə wˈaɪl. ðə bˈoʊts ɹᵻtˈɜːn tə fˈɛtʃ ðˌɛm, əkɹˌɑːs ðə spˈɑːɹklɪŋ bˈeɪ, ɪn tˈaɪm fɚðə fˈɜːst vˈɛspɚz ʌv kˈɔːɹpəs kɹˈɪsti dˈeɪ.