text_original: The Drudge Repose upon her soulless face, Dig the grave and leave her; But breathe a prayer that, in his grace, He who so loved this toiling race To endless rest receive her.
text_transcription: THE DRUDGE REPOSE UPON HER SOULLESS FACE DIG THE GRAVE AND LEAVE HER BUT BREATHE A PRAYER THAT IN HIS GRACE HE WHO SO LOVED THIS TOILING RACE TO ENDLESS REST RECEIVE HER
phonemes: ðə dɹˈʌdʒ ɹᵻpˈoʊz əpˌɑːn hɜː sˈoʊlləs fˈeɪs, dˈɪɡ ðə ɡɹˈeɪv ænd lˈiːv hɜː; bˌʌt bɹˈiːð ɐ pɹˈɛɹ ðˈæt, ɪn hɪz ɡɹˈeɪs, hiː hˌuː sˌoʊ lˈʌvd ðɪs tˈɔɪlɪŋ ɹˈeɪs tʊ ˈɛndləs ɹˈɛst ɹᵻsˈiːv hɜː.