text_original: Oh, wretch! Oh, fool! Oh, rash! How could you mix our ashes in one vast, ancestral hash?" Thus ending, with a mingled wail of misery and rage, That awful vision ceased to speak, and vanished from the stage, While ghostly groanings issued from the various urns around, But poor old Spriggins heard no more  he swooned upon the ground.
text_transcription: O WRETCH O FOOL OH RASH HOW COULD YOU MIX OUR ASHES IN ONE VAST ANCESTRAL HASH THUS ENDING WITH A MINGLED WAIL OF MISERY AND RAGE THAT AWFUL VISION CEASED TO SPEAK AND VANISHED FROM THE STAGE WHILE GHOSTLY GROANINGS ISSUED FROM THE VARIOUS URNS AROUND BUT POOR OLD SPRIGGANDS HEARD NO MORE HE SWOONED UPON THE GROUND
phonemes: ˈoʊ, ɹˈɛtʃ! ˈoʊ, fˈuːl! ˈoʊ, ɹˈæʃ! hˌaʊ kʊd juː mˈɪks ˌaʊɚɹ ˈæʃᵻz ɪn wˈʌn vˈæst, ænsˈɛstɹəl hˈæʃ?" ðˈʌs ˈɛndɪŋ, wɪð ɐ mˈɪŋɡəld wˈeɪl ʌv mˈɪzɚɹi ænd ɹˈeɪdʒ, ðæt ˈɔːfəl vˈɪʒən sˈiːst tə spˈiːk, ænd vˈænɪʃt fɹʌmðə stˈeɪdʒ, wˌaɪl ɡˈoʊstli ɡɹˈoʊnɪŋz ˈɪʃuːd fɹʌmðə vˈɛɹiəs ˈɜːnz ɚɹˈaʊnd, bˌʌt pˈʊɹ ˈoʊld spɹˈɪɡɪnz hˈɜːd nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ hiː swˈuːnd əpˌɑːn ðə ɡɹˈaʊnd.