text_original: It was twelve by the village clock, When he crossed the bridge into Medford town. He heard the crowing of the cock, And the barking of the farmer's dog, And felt the damp of the river fog, That rises after the sun goes down.
text_transcription: IT WAS TWELVE BY THE VILLAGE CLOCK WHEN HE CROSSED THE BRIDGE INTO MEDFORD TOWN HE HEARD THE CROWING OF THE COCK AND THE BARKING OF THE FARMER'S DOG AND FELT THE DAMP OF THE RIVER FOG THAT RISES AFTER THE SUN GOES DOWN
phonemes: ɪt wʌz twˈɛlv baɪ ðə vˈɪlɪdʒ klˈɑːk, wˌɛn hiː kɹˈɔst ðə bɹˈɪdʒ ˌɪntʊ mˈɛdfɚd tˈaʊn. hiː hˈɜːd ðə kɹˈoʊɪŋ ʌvðə kˈɑːk, ænd ðə bˈɑːɹkɪŋ ʌvðə fˈɑːɹmɚz dˈɑːɡ, ænd fˈɛlt ðə dˈæmp ʌvðə ɹˈɪvɚ fˈɑːɡ, ðæt ɹˈaɪzᵻz ˈæftɚ ðə sˈʌn ɡoʊz dˈaʊn.