text_original: When darkness overshadows a lone cow ranch, wild and drear, One's nerves they get a trembling in a way that seems so queer; When you _feel_ the spirits round you, 'tis idle then to boast You don't believe those stories you've heard about the ghosts. One dark, rainy evening while we were waiting on a sidetrack the boys insisted I should tell them some adventure of mine.
text_transcription: WHEN DARKNESS OVERSHADOWS A LONE COW WRENCH WILD AND DREAR ONE'S NERVES THEY GET A TREMBLING IN A WAY THAT SEEMS SO QUEER WHEN YOU FEEL THE SPIRITS ROUND YOU TIS IDLE THEM TO BOAST YOU DON'T BELIEVE THOSE STORIES YOU'VE HEARD ABOUT THE GHOSTS ONE DARK RAINY EVENING WHILE WE WERE WAITING ON A SIDETRACK THE BOYS INSISTED I SHOULD TELL THEM SOME ADVENTURE OF MINE
phonemes: wˌɛn dˈɑːɹknəs ˌoʊvɚʃˈædoʊz ɐ lˈoʊn kˈaʊ ɹˈæntʃ, wˈaɪld ænd dɹˈɪɹ, wˈʌnz nˈɜːvz ðeɪ ɡɛt ɐ tɹˈɛmblɪŋ ɪn ɐ wˈeɪ ðæt sˈiːmz sˌoʊ kwˈɪɹ; wˌɛn juː fˈiːl ðə spˈɪɹɪts ɹˈaʊnd juː, tˈɪz ˈaɪdəl ðˈɛn tə bˈoʊst juː dˈoʊnt bᵻlˈiːv ðoʊz stˈɔːɹiz juːv hˈɜːd ɐbˌaʊt ðə ɡˈoʊsts. wˈʌn dˈɑːɹk, ɹˈeɪni ˈiːvnɪŋ wˌaɪl wiː wɜː wˈeɪɾɪŋ ˌɔn ɐ sˈaɪdtɹæk ðə bˈɔɪz ɪnsˈɪstᵻd aɪ ʃˌʊd tˈɛl ðˌɛm sˌʌm ɐdvˈɛntʃɚɹ ʌv mˈaɪn.