text_original: MARION COUTHOUY SMITH THE COMPOSITE GHOST They were placed on exhibition, in a long, imposing row, All who'd borne the name of Spriggins for three centuries or so; From old Amram, who came over in the Pilgrim Fathers' track, To the late lamented Jane, for whom the family still wore black.
text_transcription: MARION CUTHAI SMITH THE COMPOSITE GHOST THEY WERE PLACED ON EXHIBITION IN A LONG IMPOSING ROW ALL WHO HAD BORNE THE NAME OF SPRIGGANDS FOR THREE CENTURIES OR SO FROM OLD AMRAM WHO CAME OVER IN THE PILGRIM FATHER'S TRACK TO THE LATE LAMENTED JANE FOR WHOM THE FAMILY STILL WORE BLACK
phonemes: mˈæɹiən kˈuːθaʊi smˈɪθ ðə kəmpˈɑːzɪt ɡˈoʊst ðeɪ wɜː plˈeɪst ˌɔn ɛksɪbˈɪʃən, ɪn ɐ lˈɔŋ, ɪmpˈoʊzɪŋ ɹˈoʊ, ˈɔːl hˌuːd bˈɔːɹn ðə nˈeɪm ʌv spɹˈɪɡɪnz fɔːɹ θɹˈiː sˈɛntʃɚɹiz ɔːɹ sˈoʊ; fɹʌm ˈoʊld ˈæmɹæm, hˌuː kˈeɪm ˌoʊvɚɹ ɪnðə pˈɪlɡɹɪm fˈɑːðɚz tɹˈæk, tə ðə lˈeɪt lɐmˈɛntᵻd dʒˈeɪn, fɔːɹ hˈuːm ðə fˈæmɪli stˈɪl wˈɔːɹ blˈæk.