text_original: Some poor man's soul, so little candle smoke Went curling upwards by the uncased shroud, And then a sudden thunder clap broke loud, And drowned the droning of the priest who spoke.
text_transcription: SOME POOR MAN'S SOUL SAW LITTLE CANDLED SMOKE WENT CURLING UPWARDS BY THE UNCASED SHROUD AND THEN A SUDDEN THUNDERCLAP BROKE LOUD AND DROWNED THE DRONING OF THE PRIEST WHO SPOKE
phonemes: sˌʌm pˈʊɹ mˈænz sˈoʊl, sˌoʊ lˈɪɾəl kˈændəl smˈoʊk wɛnt kˈɜːlɪŋ ˈʌpwɚdz baɪ ðɪ ʌŋkˈeɪst ʃɹˈaʊd, ænd ðˈɛn ɐ sˈʌdən θˈʌndɚ klˈæp bɹˈoʊk lˈaʊd, ænd dɹˈaʊnd ðə dɹˈoʊnɪŋ ʌvðə pɹˈiːst hˌuː spˈoʊk.