text_original: He escaped from St. Pancras churchyard I hear, Not liking the company he had got there, He stalks out at night just to take the fresh air, And get a drop for to moisten his clay; He is not at all quarrelsome you must allow For the devil a word does he speak, But when he is tired his Ghostship I vow In a jiffey he beats a retreat.
text_transcription: HE ESCAPED FROM SAINT PANCRASH CHURCHYARD I HEAR NOT LIKING THE COMPANY HE HAD GOT THERE HE STALKS OUT AT NIGHT JUST TO TAKE THE FRESH AIR AND GET A DROP FOR TO MOISTEN HIS CLAY HE IS NOT AT ALL QUARRELSOME YOU MUST ALLOW FOR THE DEVIL A WORD DOES HE SPEAK BUT WHEN HE IS TIRED HIS GHOST SHIP I VOW IN A JIFFY HE BEATS A RETREAT
phonemes: hiː ɛskˈeɪpt fɹʌm sənt. pˈæŋkɹəz tʃˈɜːtʃjɑːɹd aɪ hˈɪɹ, nˌɑːt lˈaɪkɪŋ ðə kˈʌmpəni hiː hæd ɡɑːt ðˈɛɹ, hiː stˈɔːks ˈaʊt æt nˈaɪt dʒˈʌst tə tˈeɪk ðə fɹˈɛʃ ˈɛɹ, ænd ɡɛt ɐ dɹˈɑːp fɔːɹ tə mˈɔɪsən hɪz klˈeɪ; hiː ɪz nˌɑːt æɾ ˈɔːl kwˈɔːɹəlsˌʌm juː mˈʌst ɐlˈaʊ fɚðə dˈɛvəl ɐ wˈɜːd dˈʌz hiː spˈiːk, bˌʌt wɛn hiː ɪz tˈaɪɚd hɪz ɡˈoʊstʃɪp aɪ vˈaʊ ɪn ɐ dʒˈɪfi hiː bˈiːts ɐ ɹᵻtɹˈiːt.