text_original: Death right in front of them. Death in that conger ! Long did they feast, and well, How long I cannot tell. Till they began to yell, " Cannot eat longer !" Ate they the tables bare. Swept they the platter clear. While the host wondered. Wrapped in the pudding's smoke, Right through its midst they broke, Mince pies were sundered ! Then sank they back ; but not — Not the same hundred.
text_transcription: DEATH RIGHT IN FRONT OF THEM DEATH IN THAT CONGER LONG DID THEY FEAST AND WELL HOW LONG I CANNOT TELL TILL THEY BEGAN TO YELL CANNOT EAT LONGER ATE THEY THE TABLES BARE SWEPT THEY THE PLATTER CLEAR WHILE THE HOST WANDERED WRAPPED IN THE PUDDING SMOKE RIGHT THROUGH ITS MIDST THEY BROKE MINCE PIES WERE SUNDERED THEN SANK THEY BACK BUT NOT NOT THE SAME HUNDRED
phonemes: dˈɛθ ɹˈaɪt ɪn fɹˈʌnt ʌv ðˌɛm. dˈɛθ ɪn ðæt kˈɑːŋɡɚ ! lˈɔŋ dˈɪd ðeɪ fˈiːst, ænd wˈɛl, hˌaʊ lˈɔŋ aɪ kænˈɑːt tˈɛl. tˈɪl ðeɪ bɪɡˈæn tə jˈɛl, " kænˈɑːt ˈiːt lˈɔŋɡɚ !" ˈeɪt ðeɪ ðə tˈeɪbəlz bˈɛɹ. swˈɛpt ðeɪ ðə plˈæɾɚ klˈɪɹ. wˌaɪl ðə hˈoʊst wˈʌndɚd. ɹˈæpt ɪnðə pˈʊdɪŋz smˈoʊk, ɹˈaɪt θɹuː ɪts mˈɪdst ðeɪ bɹˈoʊk, mˈɪns pˈaɪz wɜː sˈʌndɚd ! ðˈɛn sˈæŋk ðeɪ bˈæk ; bˌʌt nˈɑːt — nˌɑːt ðə sˈeɪm hˈʌndɹɪd.