text_original: _ O, where are the mourners? Alas! there are none, He has left not a gap in the world, now he's gone,   Not a tear in the eye of child, woman, or man; To the grave with his carcass as fast as you can: _Rattle his bones over the stones! He's only a pauper whom nobody owns_! What a jolting and creaking and splashing and din! The whip, how it cracks! and the wheels, how they spin! How the dirt, right and left, o'er the hedges is hurled!
text_transcription: OH WHERE ARE THE MOURNERS ALAS THERE ARE NONE HE HAS LEFT NOT A GAP IN THE WORLD NOW HE'S GONE NOT A TEAR IN THE EYE OF CHILD WOMAN OR MAN TO THE GRAVE WITH HIS CARCASS AS FAST AS YOU CAN RATTLE HIS BONES OVER THE STONES HE'S ONLY A PAUPER WHOM NOBODY OWNS WHAT A JOLTING AND CREAKING AND SPLASHING AND DIN THE WHIP HOW IT CRACKS AND THE WHEELS HOW THEY SPIN HOW THE DIRT RIGHT AND LEFT OVER THE HEDGES IS HURLED
phonemes: ˈoʊ, wˌɛɹ ɑːɹ ðə mˈɔːɹnɚz? ɐlˈæs! ðɛɹˌɑːɹ nˈʌn, hiː hɐz lˈɛft nˌɑːɾə ɡˈæp ɪnðə wˈɜːld, nˈaʊ hiːz ɡˈɔn,   nˌɑːɾə tˈɪɹ ɪnðɪ ˈaɪ ʌv tʃˈaɪld, wˈʊmən, ɔːɹ mˈæn; tə ðə ɡɹˈeɪv wɪð hɪz kˈɑːɹkəs æz fˈæst æz juː kˈæn: ɹˈæɾəl hɪz bˈoʊnz ˌoʊvɚ ðə stˈoʊnz! hiːz ˈoʊnli ɐ pˈɔːpɚ hˈuːm nˈoʊbɑːdi ˈoʊnz! wˌʌt ɐ dʒˈoʊltɪŋ ænd kɹˈiːkɪŋ ænd splˈæʃɪŋ ænd dˈɪn! ðə wˈɪp, hˌaʊ ɪt kɹˈæks! ænd ðə wˈiːlz, hˌaʊ ðeɪ spˈɪn! hˌaʊ ðə dˈɜːt, ɹˈaɪt ænd lˈɛft, ˈɔːɹ ðə hˈɛdʒᵻz ɪz hˈɜːld!