text_original: Come all you blessed Christians dear, That's a tender, kind, and free, While I a story do relate Of a dreadful tragedy, Which happened in London town, As you shall all be told; But when you hear the horrid deed 'Twill make your blood run cold.
text_transcription: COME ALL YE BLESSED CHRISTIANS DEAR THAT'S A TENDER KIND AND FREE WHILE I A STORY DO RELATE OF A DREADFUL TRAGEDY WHICH HAPPENED IN LONDON TOWN AS YOU SHALL ALL BE TOLD AND WHEN YOU HEAR THE HORRID DEED TWILL MAKE YOUR BLOOD RUN COLD
phonemes: kˈʌm ˈɔːl juː blˈɛst kɹˈɪstʃənz dˈɪɹ, ðæts ɐ tˈɛndɚ, kˈaɪnd, ænd fɹˈiː, wˌaɪl aɪ ɐ stˈɔːɹi dˈuː ɹᵻlˈeɪt əvə dɹˈɛdfəl tɹˈædʒədi, wˌɪtʃ hˈæpənd ɪn lˈʌndən tˈaʊn, æz juː ʃˌæl ˈɔːl biː tˈoʊld; bˌʌt wɛn juː hˈɪɹ ðə hˈɔːɹɪd dˈiːd twˈɪl mˌeɪk jʊɹ blˈʌd ɹˈʌn kˈoʊld.