text_original: ON THE GALLOWS There is a gate, we know full well, That stands 'twixt Heaven, and Earth, and Hell, Where many for a passage venture, Yet very few are fond to enter: Although 'tis open night and day, They for that reason shun this way: Both dukes and lords abhor its wood, They can't come near it for their blood.
text_transcription: ON THE GALLOWS THERE IS A GATE WE KNOW FULL WELL THAT STANDS TWIXT HEAVEN AND EARTH AND HELL WHERE MANY FOR A PASSAGE VENTURE YET VERY FEW ARE FOND TO ENTER ALTHOUGH TIS OPEN NIGHT AND DAY THEY FOR THAT REASON SHUN THIS WAY BOTH DUKES AND LORDS ABHOR ITS WOOD THEY CAN'T COME NEAR IT FOR THEIR BLOOD
phonemes: ɔnðə ɡˈæloʊz ðɛɹ ɪz ɐ ɡˈeɪt, wiː nˈoʊ fˈʊl wˈɛl, ðæt stˈændz twˈɪkst hˈɛvən, ænd ˈɜːθ, ænd hˈɛl, wˌɛɹ mˈɛni fɚɹə pˈæsɪdʒ vˈɛntʃɚ, jˈɛt vˈɛɹi fjˈuː ɑːɹ fˈɑːnd tʊ ˈɛntɚ: ɔːlðˈoʊ tˈɪz ˈoʊpən nˈaɪt ænd dˈeɪ, ðeɪ fɔːɹ ðæt ɹˈiːzən ʃˈʌn ðɪs wˈeɪ: bˈoʊθ dˈuːks ænd lˈɔːɹdz ɐbhˈɔːɹ ɪts wˈʊd, ðeɪ kˈænt kˈʌm nˌɪɹ ɪt fɔːɹ ðɛɹ blˈʌd.