text_original: One was a man in the prime of life, And one was a corpse in a moldy shroud; One wrapped in a sheet from his head to his feet, The other one clothed in worldly fashion; But a rival to dread is a man who is dead, If he has been loved in life with passion.
text_transcription: ONE WAS A MAN IN THE PRIME OF LIFE AND ONE WAS A CORPSE IN A MOULDY SHROUD ONE WRAPPED IN A SHEET FROM HIS HEAD TO HIS FEET THE OTHER ONE CLOTHED IN WORLDLY FASHION BUT A RIVAL TO DREAD IS A MAN WHO IS DEAD IF HE HAS BEEN LOVED IN LIFE WITH PASSION
phonemes: wˈʌn wʌzɐ mˈæn ɪnðə pɹˈaɪm ʌv lˈaɪf, ænd wˈʌn wʌzɐ kˈɔːɹps ɪn ɐ mˈoʊldi ʃɹˈaʊd; wˈʌn ɹˈæpt ɪn ɐ ʃˈiːt fɹʌm hɪz hˈɛd tə hɪz fˈiːt, ðɪ ˈʌðɚ wˈʌn klˈoʊðd ɪn wˈɜːldli fˈæʃən; bˌʌt ɐ ɹˈaɪvəl tə dɹˈɛd ɪz ɐ mˈæn hˌuː ɪz dˈɛd, ɪf hiː hˈæzbiːn lˈʌvd ɪn lˈaɪf wɪð pˈæʃən.