text_original: "My son," said he, "'tis yonder, Long years ago I tried To bring poor souls to Jesus, Who once for sinners died. But there the Druids held them In error's iron chain, {12a} They would not hear of Jesus, And drove me thence again.
text_transcription: MY SON SAID HE TIS YONDER LONG YEARS AGO I TRIED TO BRING POOR SOULS TO JESUS WHO ONCE FOR SINNERS DIED BUT THERE THE DRUIDS HELD THEM IN ERROR'S IRON CHAIN THEY WOULD NOT HEAR OF JESUS AND DROVE ME THENCE AGAIN
phonemes: "maɪ sˈʌn," sˈɛd hiː, "tˈɪz jˈɑːndɚ, lˈɔŋ jˈɪɹz ɐɡˈoʊ aɪ tɹˈaɪd tə bɹˈɪŋ pˈʊɹ sˈoʊlz tə dʒˈiːzəs, hˌuː wˈʌns fɔːɹ sˈɪnɚz dˈaɪd. bˌʌt ðɛɹ ðə dɹˈuːɪdz hˈɛld ðˌɛm ɪn ˈɛɹɚz ˈaɪɚn tʃˈeɪn, {twˈɛlv ˈeɪ} ðeɪ wʊd nˌɑːt hˈɪɹ ʌv dʒˈiːzəs, ænd dɹˈoʊv mˌiː ðˈɛns ɐɡˈɛn.