text_original: And one came down from the pulpit, In the pride of a duty done, And his cloth sufficed, as his emblem of Christ, While murder smoked out of his gun. One strays from the haunts of fashion With an indolent, unused brain; But his sluggish heart feels a sudden start In the purpose of giving pain.
text_transcription: AND ONE CAME DOWN FROM THE PULPIT IN THE PRIDE OF A DUTY DONE AND HIS CLOTH SUFFICED AS HIS EMBLEM OF CHRIST WHILE MURDER SMOKED OUT OF HIS GUN ONE STRAYS FROM THE HAUNTS OF FASHION WITH AN INDOLENT UNUSED BRAIN BUT HIS SLUGGISH HEART FEELS A SUDDEN START IN THE PURPOSE OF GIVING PAIN
phonemes: ænd wˈʌn kˈeɪm dˌaʊn fɹʌmðə pˈʌlpɪt, ɪnðə pɹˈaɪd əvə dˈuːɾi dˈʌn, ænd hɪz klˈɔθ səfˈaɪst, æz hɪz ˈɛmbləm ʌv kɹˈaɪst, wˌaɪl mˈɜːdɚ smˈoʊkt ˌaʊɾəv hɪz ɡˈʌn. wˈʌn stɹˈeɪz fɹʌmðə hˈɔːnts ʌv fˈæʃən wɪð ɐn ˈɪndələnt, ʌnjˈuːzd bɹˈeɪn; bˌʌt hɪz slˈʌɡɪʃ hˈɑːɹt fˈiːlz ɐ sˈʌdən stˈɑːɹt ɪnðə pˈɜːpəs ʌv ɡˈɪvɪŋ pˈeɪn.