text_original: You took my leavings, crumb and bone, And stuck by me through thick and thin   You were my kin. And then one day you died And were put deep. But though you sleep, and ever sleep, I sense you at my heels.
text_transcription: YOU TOOK MY LEAVINGS CRUMB AND BONE AND STUCK BY ME THROUGH THICK AND THIN YOU WERE MY KIN AND THEN ONE DAY YOU DIED AND WERE PUT DEEP BUT THOUGH YOU SLEEP AND EVER SLEEP I SENSE YOU AT MY HEELS
phonemes: juː tˈʊk maɪ lˈiːvɪŋz, kɹˈʌm ænd bˈoʊn, ænd stˈʌk baɪ mˌiː θɹuː θˈɪk ænd θˈɪn juː wɜː maɪ kˈɪn. ænd ðˈɛn wˈʌn dˈeɪ juː dˈaɪd ænd wɜː pˌʊt dˈiːp. bˌʌt ðˌoʊ juː slˈiːp, ænd ˈɛvɚ slˈiːp, aɪ sˈɛns juː æt maɪ hˈiːlz.