text_original: A fly soon wakes me up once more, And I am Big John, as before. FABLE CXXXIV. THE CURATE AND THE CORPSE. A Dead man, on his mournful way. To his last lodging went one day.
text_transcription: A FLY SOON WAKES ME UP ONCE MORE AND I AM BIG JOHN AS BEFORE FABLE ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY FOUR THE CURATE AND THE CORPSE A DEAD MAN ON HIS MOURNFUL WAY TO HIS LAST LODGING WENT ONE DAY
phonemes: ɐ flˈaɪ sˈuːn wˈeɪks mˌiː ˌʌp wˈʌns mˈɔːɹ, ænd aɪɐm bˈɪɡ dʒˈɑːn, æz bᵻfˈɔːɹ. fˈeɪbəl sˌiːˌɛksˈɛkszˈɪv. ðə kjˈʊɹɹeɪt ænd ðə kˈɔːɹps. ɐ dˈɛd mˈæn, ˌɔn hɪz mˈɔːɹnfəl wˈeɪ. tə hɪz lˈæst lˈɑːdʒɪŋ wɛnt wˈʌn dˈeɪ.