text_original: Down fell the steward on his face, To all the Saints commending; And candles to the Virgin vow'd, As save alls 'gain'st his ending. Down fell the mate, he thought his fate, Checkmate, was close impending!
text_transcription: DOWN FELL THE STEWARD ON HIS FACE TO ALL THE SAINTS COMMANDING AND CANDLES TO THE VIRGIN VOWED AS SAVE ALLS GAINST HIS ENDING DOWN FELL THE MATE HE THOUGHT HIS FATE CHECKMATE WAS CLOSE IMPENDING
phonemes: dˌaʊn fˈɛl ðə stˈuːɚd ˌɔn hɪz fˈeɪs, tʊ ˈɔːl ðə sˈeɪnts kəmˈɛndɪŋ; ænd kˈændəlz tə ðə vˈɜːdʒɪn vˈaʊd, æz sˈeɪv ˈɔːlz ɡˈeɪnst hɪz ˈɛndɪŋ. dˌaʊn fˈɛl ðə mˈeɪt, hiː θˈɔːt hɪz fˈeɪt, tʃˈɛkmeɪt, wʌz klˈoʊs ɪmpˈɛndɪŋ!