text_original: Calvary Friendless and faint, with martyred steps and slow, Faint for the flesh, but for the spirit free, Stung by the mob that came to see the show, The Master toiled along to Calvary; We gibed him, as he went, with houndish glee, Till his dimmed eyes for us did overflow; We cursed his vengeless hands thrice wretchedly,    And this was nineteen hundred years ago.
text_transcription: CALVARY FRIENDLESS AND FAINT WITH MARTYRED STEPS AND SLOW FAINT FOR THE FLESH BUT FOR THE SPIRIT FREE STUNG BY THE MOB THAT CAME TO SEE THE SHOW THE MASTER TOILED ALONG TO CALVARY WE GIBED HIM AS HE WENT WITH HOUNDISH GLEE TILL HIS DIMMED EYES FOR US DID OVERFLOW WE CURSED HIS VENGELESS HANDS THRICE WRETCHEDLY AND THIS WAS NINETEEN HUNDRED YEARS AGO
phonemes: kˈælvɚɹi fɹˈɛndləs ænd fˈeɪnt, wɪð mˈɑːɹɾɚd stˈɛps ænd slˈoʊ, fˈeɪnt fɚðə flˈɛʃ, bˌʌt fɚðə spˈɪɹɪt fɹˈiː, stˈʌŋ baɪ ðə mˈɑːb ðæt kˈeɪm tə sˈiː ðə ʃˈoʊ, ðə mˈæstɚ tˈɔɪld ɐlˈɔŋ tə kˈælvɚɹi; wiː dʒˈaɪbd hˌɪm, æz hiː wˈɛnt, wɪð hˈaʊndɪʃ ɡlˈiː, tˈɪl hɪz dˈɪmd ˈaɪz fɔːɹ ˌʌs dˈɪd ˌoʊvɚflˈoʊ; wiː kˈɜːst hɪz vˈɛndʒləs hˈændz θɹˈaɪs ɹˈɛtʃᵻdli,    ænd ðɪs wʌz nˈaɪntiːn hˈʌndɹɪd jˈɪɹz ɐɡˈoʊ.