text_original: "We gave him burial meet; Through every sobbing street A thousand men marched with their arms reversed; And Parson Story told, In sentences of gold, The tale since then a thousand times rehearsed."
text_transcription: WE GAVE HIM BURIAL MEAT THROUGH EVERY SOBBING STREET A THOUSAND MEN MARCHED WITH THEIR ARMS REVERSED AND PARSON'S STORY TOLD IN SENTENCES OF GOLD THE TALE SINCE THEN A THOUSAND TIMES REHEARSED
phonemes: "wiː ɡˈeɪv hˌɪm bˈɛɹɪəl mˈiːt; θɹuː ˈɛvɹi sˈɑːbɪŋ stɹˈiːt ɐ θˈaʊzənd mˈɛn mˈɑːɹtʃt wɪð ðɛɹ ˈɑːɹmz ɹᵻvˈɜːst; ænd pˈɑːɹsən stˈɔːɹi tˈoʊld, ɪn sˈɛntənsᵻz ʌv ɡˈoʊld, ðə tˈeɪl sˈɪns ðˈɛn ɐ θˈaʊzənd tˈaɪmz ɹᵻhˈɜːst."