text_original: "The _mother_," I said to myself; for I knew That the woman before me was certainly that, For there lay in the corner a tiny cloth shoe, And I saw on the stand such a wee little hat; And the beard of the husband said plain as could be, "Two fat, chubby hands have been tugging at me."
text_transcription: THE MOTHER I SAID TO MYSELF FOR I KNEW THAT THE WOMAN BEFORE ME WAS CERTAINLY DEAD FOR THERE LAY IN THE CORNER A TINY CLOTH SHOE AND I SAW UNDERSTAND SUCH A WEE LITTLE HAT AND THE BEARD OF THE HUSBAND SAID PLAIN AS COULD BE TWO FAT CHUBBY HANDS HAVE BEEN TUGGING AT ME
phonemes: "ðə mˈʌðɚ," aɪ sˈɛd tə maɪsˈɛlf; fɔːɹ aɪ nˈuː ðætðə wˈʊmən bᵻfˌɔːɹ mˌiː wʌz sˈɜːʔn̩li ðˈæt, fɔːɹ ðɛɹ lˈeɪ ɪnðə kˈɔːɹnɚɹ ɐ tˈaɪni klˈɔθ ʃˈuː, ænd aɪ sˈɔː ɔnðə stˈænd sˈʌtʃ ɐ wˈiː lˈɪɾəl hˈæt; ænd ðə bˈɪɹd ʌvðə hˈʌsbənd sˈɛd plˈeɪn æz kʊd bˈiː, "tˈuː fˈæt, tʃˈʌbi hˈændz hɐvbɪn tˈʌɡɪŋ æt mˌiː."