text_original: —But, though his good wife argued so, The mason let the people know That not unaided sprang the thought Whereby the glorious fane was wrought, But that by frost when dawn was dim The method was disclosed to him. "Yet," said the townspeople thereat, "'Tis your own doing, even with that!"
text_transcription: BUT THOUGH HIS GOOD WIFE ARGUED SO THE MASON LET THE PEOPLE KNOW THAT NOT UNAIDED SPRANG THE THOUGHT WHEREBY THE GLORIOUS FAME WAS WROUGHT BUT THAT BY FROST WHEN DAWN WAS DIM THE METHOD WAS DISCLOSED TO HIM YET SAID THE TOWNSPEOPLE THEREAT TIS YOUR OWN DOING EVEN WITH THAT
phonemes: —bˌʌt, ðˌoʊ hɪz ɡˈʊd wˈaɪf ˈɑːɹɡjuːd sˈoʊ, ðə mˈeɪsən lˈɛt ðə pˈiːpəl nˈoʊ ðæt nˌɑːt ʌnˈeɪdᵻd spɹˈæŋ ðə θˈɔːt wˈɛɹbaɪ ðə ɡlˈɔːɹiəs fˈeɪn wʌz ɹˈɔːt, bˌʌt ðæt baɪ fɹˈɔst wɛn dˈɔːn wʌz dˈɪm ðə mˈɛθəd wʌz dɪsklˈoʊzd tə hˌɪm. "jˈɛt," sˈɛd ðə tˈaʊnspiːpəl ðɛɹˈæt, "tˈɪz jʊɹ ˈoʊn dˈuːɪŋ, ˈiːvən wɪð ðˈæt!"