text_original: A COPY OF VERSES. All you that have got feeling hearts, I pray you now attend, To these few lines so sad and true, a solemn silence lend, It is of a cruel murder, to you I will unfold   The bare recital of the tale, must make your blood run cold.
text_transcription: A COPY OF VERSES ALL YOU THAT HAVE GOT FEELING HEARTS I PRAY YOU NOW ATTEND TO THESE FEW LINES SO SAD AND TRUE A SOLEMN SILENCE LEND IT IS OF A CRUEL MURDER TO YOU I WILL UNFOLD THE BARE RECITAL OF THE TALE MUST MAKE YOUR BLOOD RUN COLD
phonemes: ɐ kˈɑːpi ʌv vˈɜːsᵻz. ˈɔːl juː ðæt hæv ɡɑːt fˈiːlɪŋ hˈɑːɹts, aɪ pɹˈeɪ juː nˈaʊ ɐtˈɛnd, tə ðiːz fjˈuː lˈaɪnz sˌoʊ sˈæd ænd tɹˈuː, ɐ sˈɑːləm sˈaɪləns lˈɛnd, ɪɾ ɪz əvə kɹˈuːəl mˈɜːdɚ, tə juː aɪ wɪl ʌnfˈoʊld ðə bˈɛɹ ɹᵻsˈaɪɾəl ʌvðə tˈeɪl, mˈʌst mˌeɪk jʊɹ blˈʌd ɹˈʌn kˈoʊld.