text_original: And in that manor now no more Is cheerful feast and sprightly ball; For ever since that dreary hour Have spirits haunted Cumnor Hall. The village maids, with fearful glance, Avoid the ancient moss grown wall, Nor ever lead the merry dance, Among the groves of Cumnor Hall.
text_transcription: AND IN THAT MANNER NOW NO MORE IS CHEERFUL FEAST THAN SPRIGHTLY BALL FOR EVER SINCE THAT DREARY HOUR HAVE SPIRITS HAUNTED COMENA HALL THE VILLAGE MAIDS WITH FEARFUL GLANCE AVOID THE ANCIENT MOSS GROWN WALL NOR EVER LEAD THE MERRY DANCE AMONG THE GROVES OF COMENA HALL
phonemes: ænd ɪn ðæt mˈænɚ nˈaʊ nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ ɪz tʃˈɪɹfəl fˈiːst ænd spɹˈaɪtli bˈɔːl; fɔːɹ ˈɛvɚ sˈɪns ðæt dɹˈɪɹi ˈaʊɚ hæv spˈɪɹɪts hˈɔːntᵻd kˈʌmnɚ hˈɔːl. ðə vˈɪlɪdʒ mˈeɪdz, wɪð fˈɪɹfəl ɡlˈæns, ɐvˈɔɪd ðɪ ˈeɪntʃənt mˈɔs ɡɹˈoʊn wˈɔːl, nˈɔːɹ ˈɛvɚ lˈiːd ðə mˈɛɹi dˈæns, ɐmˌʌŋ ðə ɡɹˈoʊvz ʌv kˈʌmnɚ hˈɔːl.