text_original: Alas ! it was not her son. It was a little monk clad in serge, his cowl covering all of his face but a black beard. " Holy man," said the widow, " what wrould you have ? You do not know the house to which you come." " Yes, truly
text_transcription: ALAS IT WAS NOT HER SON IT WAS A LITTLE MONK CLAD IN SEARCH HIS COWL COVERING ALL OF HIS FACE BUT A BLACK BEARD HOLY MAN SAID THE WIDOW WHAT WOULD YOU HAVE YOU DO NOT KNOW THE HOUSE TO WHICH YOU COME YES TRULY
phonemes: ɐlˈæs ! ɪt wʌz nˌɑːt hɜː sˈʌn. ɪt wʌzɐ lˈɪɾəl mˈʌŋk klˈæd ɪn sˈɜːdʒ, hɪz kˈaʊl kˈʌvɚɹɪŋ ˈɔːl ʌv hɪz fˈeɪs bˌʌt ɐ blˈæk bˈɪɹd. " hˈoʊli mˈæn," sˈɛd ðə wˈɪdoʊ, " wˌʌt ɹˈʊd juː hˈæv ? juː duːnˌɑːt nˈoʊ ðə hˈaʊs tʊ wˌɪtʃ juː kˈʌm." " jˈɛs, tɹˈuːli