text_original: But this hostelry, The Barrow, With its chambers, bare and narrow, Mean, ill windowed, damp, and wormy, Where the silence makes you squirmy, And the guests are never seen to, Is a vile place, a mere lean to, Not a traveller speaks well of, Even worse than I heard tell of, Mouldy, ramshackle, and foul. What a dwelling for a soul! Oh, but life went gayly, gayly, In the house of Idiedaily!
text_transcription: BUT THIS HOSTELRY THE BARROW WITH ITS CHAMBERS BARE AND NARROW MEAN ILL WINDOWED DAMP AND WORMY WHERE THE SILENCE MAKES YOU SQUIRMY AND THE GUESTS ARE NEVER SEEN TO IS A VILE PLACE A MERE LEAN TO NOT A TRAVELLER SPEAKS WELL OF EVEN WORSE THAN I HEARD TELL OF MOULDY RAMSHACKLE AND FOUL WHO ARE THE DWELLING FOR A SOUL OH BUT LIFE WENT GAILY GAILY IN THE HOUSE OF IDAE DAILY
phonemes: bˌʌt ðɪs hˈɑːstəlɹi, ðə bˈæɹoʊ, wɪð ɪts tʃˈeɪmbɚz, bˈɛɹ ænd nˈæɹoʊ, mˈiːn, ˈɪl wˈɪndoʊd, dˈæmp, ænd wˈɜːmi, wˌɛɹ ðə sˈaɪləns mˌeɪks juː skwˈɜːmi, ænd ðə ɡˈɛsts ɑːɹ nˈɛvɚ sˈiːn tuː, ɪz ɐ vˈaɪl plˈeɪs, ɐ mˈɪɹ lˈiːn tuː, nˌɑːɾə tɹˈævəlɚ spˈiːks wˈɛl ʌv, ˈiːvən wˈɜːs ðɐn aɪ hˈɜːd tˈɛl ʌv, mˈoʊldi, ɹˈæmʃækəl, ænd fˈaʊl. wˌʌt ɐ dwˈɛlɪŋ fɚɹə sˈoʊl! ˈoʊ, bˌʌt lˈaɪf wɛnt ɡˈeɪli, ɡˈeɪli, ɪnðə hˈaʊs ʌv ˈɪdɪdˌeɪli!