text_original: The wind blew as 't wad blawn its last; The rattling showers rose on the blast ; The speedy gleams the darkness swallowed ; Loud, deep, and lang the thunder bellowed ; That night a child might understand The Deil had business on his hand.
text_transcription: THE WIND BLEW AS TO WHAT BLOWN ITS LAST THE RATTLING SHOWERS ROSE ON THE BLAST THE SPEEDY GLEAMS THE DARKNESS SWALLOWED LOUD DEEP AND LANGUID THUNDER BELLOWED THAT NIGHT A CHILD MIGHT UNDERSTAND THE DEVIL AT BUSINESS ON HIS HAND
phonemes: ðə wˈɪnd blˈuː æz tˈiː wˈɑːd blˈɔːn ɪts lˈæst; ðə ɹˈæɾəlɪŋ ʃˈaʊɚz ɹˈoʊz ɔnðə blˈæst ; ðə spˈiːdi ɡlˈiːmz ðə dˈɑːɹknəs swˈɔloʊd ; lˈaʊd, dˈiːp, ænd lˈæŋ ðə θˈʌndɚ bˈɛloʊd ; ðæt nˈaɪt ɐ tʃˈaɪld mˌaɪt ˌʌndɚstˈænd ðə dˈeɪl hæd bˈɪznəs ˌɔn hɪz hˈænd.