text_original: As I stroll the city, oft I See a building large and lofty, Not a bow shot from the college; Half the globe from sense and knowledge By the prudent architect, Placed against the church direct,[1] Making good my grandam's jest, "Near the church"  you know the rest.[2] Tell us what the pile contains? Many a head that has no brains.
text_transcription: AS I STROLL THE CITY OFF DYE SEE A BUILDING LARGE AND LOFTY NOT A BOW SHOT FROM THE COLLEGE HALF THE GLOBE FROM SENSE AND KNOWLEDGE BY THE PRUDENT ARCHITECT PLACED AGAINST THE CHURCH DIRECT MAKING GOOD MY GRANDAM'S JEST NEAR THE CHURCH YOU KNOW THE REST TELL US WHAT THE PILE CONTAINS MANY A HEAD THAT HAS NO BRAINS
phonemes: æz aɪ stɹˈoʊl ðə sˈɪɾi, ˈɔft aɪ sˈiː ɐ bˈɪldɪŋ lˈɑːɹdʒ ænd lˈɔfti, nˌɑːɾə bˈoʊ ʃˈɑːt fɹʌmðə kˈɑːlɪdʒ; hˈæf ðə ɡlˈoʊb fɹʌm sˈɛns ænd nˈɑːlɪdʒ baɪ ðə pɹˈuːdənt ˈɑːɹkɪtˌɛkt, plˈeɪst ɐɡˈɛnst ðə tʃˈɜːtʃ dᵻɹˈɛkt,[wˈʌn] mˌeɪkɪŋ ɡˈʊd maɪ ɡɹˈændəmz dʒˈɛst, "nˌɪɹ ðə tʃˈɜːtʃ"  juː nˈoʊ ðə ɹˈɛst.[tˈuː] tˈɛl ˌʌs wʌt ðə pˈaɪl kəntˈeɪnz? mˈɛni ɐ hˈɛd ðæt hɐz nˈoʊ bɹˈeɪnz.