text_original: In fact, had not the Monkey heard The key within the key hole stirred, And feared its Master, every coin Had gone its comrades to rejoin, And 'neath the waves with golden flecks Had lit the gloomy floor of wrecks.
text_transcription: IN FACT HAD NOT THE MONKEY HEARD THE KEY WITHIN THE KEYHOLE STIRRED AND FEARED ITS MASTER EVERY COIN HAD GONE ITS COMRADES TO REJOIN AND NEATH THE WAVES WITH GOLDEN FLEX HAD LIT THE GLOOMY FLOOR OF RACKS
phonemes: ɪn fˈækt, hæd nˌɑːt ðə mˈʌŋki hˈɜːd ðə kˈiː wɪðˌɪn ðə kˈiː hˈoʊl stˈɜːd, ænd fˈɪɹd ɪts mˈæstɚ, ˈɛvɹi kˈɔɪn hæd ɡɔn ɪts kˈɑːmɹædz tə ɹᵻdʒˈɔɪn, ænd nˈiːθ ðə wˈeɪvz wɪð ɡˈoʊldən flˈɛks hæd lˈɪt ðə ɡlˈuːmi flˈɔːɹ ʌv ɹˈɛks.