text_original: The funeral over underneath, some one fell ill on top, And begged me, for the love of God, to let my music drop. When trouble went not up or down, it stalked across the hall, And so in spite of my resolve, I do not play at all.
text_transcription: THE FUNERAL OVER UNDERNEATH SOME ONE FELL ILL ON TOP AND BEGGED ME FOR THE LOVE OF GOD TO LET MY MUSIC DROP WHEN TROUBLE WENT NOT UP OR DOWN IT STALKED ACROSS THE HALL AND SO IN SPITE OF MY RESOLVE I DO NOT PLAY AT ALL
phonemes: ðə fjˈuːnɚɹəl ˌoʊvɚɹ ˌʌndɚnˈiːθ, sˈʌmwʌn fˈɛl ˈɪl ˌɔn tˈɑːp, ænd bˈɛɡd mˌiː, fɚðə lˈʌv ʌv ɡˈɑːd, tə lˈɛt maɪ mjˈuːzɪk dɹˈɑːp. wˌɛn tɹˈʌbəl wɛnt nˌɑːt ˌʌp ɔːɹ dˈaʊn, ɪt stˈɔːkt əkɹˌɑːs ðə hˈɔːl, ænd sˌoʊ ɪn spˈaɪt ʌv maɪ ɹᵻzˈɑːlv, aɪ duːnˌɑːt plˈeɪ æɾ ˈɔːl.