text_original: Yea, but it is cruel when undressed is all the blossom, And her shift is lying white upon the floor, That a grey one, like a shadow, like a rat, a thief, a rain storm, Creeps upon her then and gathers in his store.
text_transcription: YEA BUT IT IS CRUEL WHEN UNDRESSED IS ALL THE BLOSSOM AND HER SHIFT IS LYING WHITE UPON THE FLOOR THAT A GREY ONE LIKE A SHADOW LIKE A RAT A THIEF A RAINSTORM CREEPS UPON HER THEN AND GATHERS IN HIS STORE
phonemes: jˈeɪ, bˌʌt ɪɾ ɪz kɹˈuːəl wɛn ʌndɹˈɛst ɪz ˈɔːl ðə blˈɔsəm, ænd hɜː ʃˈɪft ɪz lˈaɪɪŋ wˈaɪt əpˌɑːn ðə flˈɔːɹ, ðˌæɾə ɡɹˈeɪ wˌʌn, lˈaɪk ɐ ʃˈædoʊ, lˈaɪk ɐ ɹˈæt, ɐ θˈiːf, ɐ ɹˈeɪn stˈɔːɹm, kɹˈiːps əpˌɑːn hɜː ðˈɛn ænd ɡˈæðɚz ɪn hɪz stˈɔːɹ.