text_original: One says in tears, ''_Tis mine lies here_!' Another, '_Nay_, _mine_, _you Pharisee_!' Another, '_How dare you move my flowers_ _And put your own on this grave of ours_!' But all their children were laid therein At different times, like sprats in a tin.
text_transcription: ONE SAYS IN TEARS THIS MINE LIES HERE ANOTHER NAY MINE YOU FARIE SEE ANOTHER HOWRE YOU MOVE MY FLOWERS AND PUT YOUR OWN ON THIS GRAVE OF OURS BUT ALL THEIR CHILDREN WERE LAID THEREIN AT DIFFERENT TIMES LIKE SPRATS IN A TIN
phonemes: wˈʌn sˈɛz ɪn tˈɪɹz, tˈɪz mˈaɪn lˈaɪz hˈɪɹ!ɐnˈʌðɚ, nˈeɪ, mˈaɪn, juː fˈæɹɪsˌiː!ɐnˈʌðɚ, hˌaʊ dˈɛɹ juː mˈuːv maɪ flˈaʊɚz ænd pˌʊt jʊɹ ˈoʊn ˌɔn ðɪs ɡɹˈeɪv ʌv aʊɚz!bˌʌt ˈɔːl ðɛɹ tʃˈɪldɹən wɜː lˈeɪd ðɛɹˈɪn æt dˈɪfɹənt tˈaɪmz, lˈaɪk spɹˈæts ɪn ɐ tˈɪn.