text_original: Pa Spriggins, in a solemn frame of mind, Betook himself to that small room, as oft he felt inclined, And he shut the door, and sat him down, those urns to contemplate, While appropriate reflections chased each other through his pate, For he loved to pensively recount the treasures of the past, And wondered constantly how long the family would last.
text_transcription: PAS BRIGANDS IN A SOLEMN FRAME OF MIND BETOOK HIMSELF TO THAT SMALL ROOM AS OFT HE FELT INCLINED AND HE SHUT THE DOOR AND SAT HIM DOWN THOSE URNS TO CONTEMPLATE WHILE APPROPRIATE REFLECTIONS CHASED EACH OTHER THROUGH HIS PATE FOR HE LOVED TO PENSIVELY RECOUNT THE TREASURES OF THE PAST AND WONDERED CONSTANTLY HOW LONG THE FAMILY WOULD LAST
phonemes: pˈɑː spɹˈɪɡɪnz, ɪn ɐ sˈɑːləm fɹˈeɪm ʌv mˈaɪnd, bᵻtˈʊk hɪmsˈɛlf tə ðæt smˈɔːl ɹˈuːm, æz ˈɔft hiː fˈɛlt ɪŋklˈaɪnd, ænd hiː ʃˈʌt ðə dˈɔːɹ, ænd sˈæt hˌɪm dˈaʊn, ðoʊz ˈɜːnz tə kˈɑːntəmplˌeɪt, wˌaɪl ɐpɹˈoʊpɹɪət ɹᵻflˈɛkʃənz tʃˈeɪst ˈiːtʃ ˈʌðɚ θɹuː hɪz pˈæteɪ, fɔːɹ hiː lˈʌvd tə pˈɛnsɪvli ɹᵻkˈaʊnt ðə tɹˈɛʒɚz ʌvðə pˈæst, ænd wˈʌndɚd kˈɑːnstəntli hˌaʊ lˈɔŋ ðə fˈæmɪli wʊd lˈæst.