text_original: Alas! So crowded was the space He could not in it find a place; So, patiently, he turned about,   Stood half way in, and half way out, And those extremely heavy showers Descended through nine hundred hours And more; and, darling, at their close Most frozen was his honest nose; And never could it lose again The dampness of that dreadful rain. And that is what, my curls of gold, Made all the doggies' noses cold.
text_transcription: ALAS SO CROWDED WAS THE SPACE HE COULD NOT IN IT FIND A PLACE SO PATIENTLY HE TURNED ABOUT STOOD HALFWAY IN AND HALF WAY OUT IN THOSE EXTREMELY HEAVY SHOWERS DISTENDED THROUGH NINE HUNDRED HOURS AND MOORE AND DARLING AT THEIR CLOSE MOST FROZEN WAS HIS HONEST NOSE AND NEVER COULD IT LOSE AGAIN THE DAMPNESS OF THAT DREADFUL RAIN AND THAT IS WHAT MY CURLS OF GOLD MADE ALL THE DOGGY'S NOSES COLD
phonemes: ɐlˈæs! sˌoʊ kɹˈaʊdᵻd wʌzðə spˈeɪs hiː kʊd nˌɑːt ɪn ɪt fˈaɪnd ɐ plˈeɪs; sˈoʊ, pˈeɪʃəntli, hiː tˈɜːnd ɐbˈaʊt,   stˈʊd hˈæf wˈeɪ ˈɪn, ænd hˈæf wˈeɪ ˈaʊt, ænd ðoʊz ɛkstɹˈiːmli hˈɛvi ʃˈaʊɚz dᵻsˈɛndᵻd θɹuː nˈaɪn hˈʌndɹɪd ˈaʊɚz ænd mˈɔːɹ; ænd, dˈɑːɹlɪŋ, æt ðɛɹ klˈoʊs mˈoʊst fɹˈoʊzən wʌz hɪz ˈɑːnɪst nˈoʊz; ænd nˈɛvɚ kʊd ɪt lˈuːz ɐɡˈɛn ðə dˈæmpnəs ʌv ðæt dɹˈɛdfəl ɹˈeɪn. ænd ðæt ɪz wˈʌt, maɪ kˈɜːlz ʌv ɡˈoʊld, mˌeɪd ˈɔːl ðə dˈɑːɡɪz nˈoʊzᵻz kˈoʊld.