text_original: In the mountain is a touch stone, Lucky stone of ancient story, With a hole bored through the centre, Through this pour these pains and tortures, Wretched feelings, thoughts of evil, Human ailments, days unlucky, Tribulations, and misfortunes, That they may not rise at evening, May not see the light of morning."
text_transcription: IN THE MOUNTAIN IS A TOUCHSTONE LUCKY STONE OF ANCIENT STORY WITH A HOLE BORED THROUGH THE CENTRE THROUGH THIS POUR THESE PAINS AND TORTURES WRETCHED FEELINGS THOUGHTS OF EVIL HUMAN AILMENTS DAYS UNLUCKY TRIBULATIONS AND MISFORTUNES THAT THEY MAY NOT RISE AT EVENING MAY NOT SEE THE LIGHT OF MORNING
phonemes: ɪnðə mˈaʊntɪn ɪz ɐ tˈʌtʃ stˈoʊn, lˈʌki stˈoʊn ʌv ˈeɪntʃənt stˈɔːɹi, wɪð ɐ hˈoʊl bˈɔːɹd θɹuː ðə sˈɛntɚ, θɹuː ðɪs pˈɔːɹ ðiːz pˈeɪnz ænd tˈɔːɹtʃɚz, ɹˈɛtʃᵻd fˈiːlɪŋz, θˈɔːts ʌv ˈiːvəl, hjˈuːmən ˈeɪlmənts, dˈeɪz ʌnlˈʌki, tɹˌɪbjʊlˈeɪʃənz, ænd mɪsfˈɔːɹtʃʊnz, ðæt ðeɪ mˈeɪ nˌɑːt ɹˈaɪz æɾ ˈiːvnɪŋ, mˈeɪ nˌɑːt sˈiː ðə lˈaɪt ʌv mˈɔːɹnɪŋ."