text_original: The clocks are on the stroke of three, and the furrow ploughed among the populace is turning round, to come on into the place of execution, and end. The ridges thrown to this side and to that, now crumble in and close behind the last plough as it passes on, for all are following to the guillotine.
text_transcription: THE CLOCK'S ON THE STROKE OF THREE AND THE FURROW PLOUGHED AMONG THE POPULACE IS TURNING ROUND TO COME ON INTO THE PLACE OF EXECUTION AND END THE RIDGES THROWN TO THIS SIDE AND TO THAT NOW CRUMBLE IN AND CLOSE BEHIND THE LAST PLOUGH AS IT PASSES ON FOR ALL ARE FOLLOWING TO THE GUILLOTINE
phonemes: ðə klˈɑːks ɑːɹ ɔnðə stɹˈoʊk ʌv θɹˈiː, ænd ðə fˈɜːɹoʊ plˈaʊd ɐmˌʌŋ ðə pˈɑːpjʊləs ɪz tˈɜːnɪŋ ɹˈaʊnd, tə kˈʌm ˌɔn ˌɪntʊ ðə plˈeɪs ʌv ˌɛksɪkjˈuːʃən, ænd ˈɛnd. ðə ɹˈɪdʒᵻz θɹˈoʊn tə ðɪs sˈaɪd ænd tə ðˈæt, nˈaʊ kɹˈʌmbəl ɪn ænd klˈoʊs bᵻhˌaɪnd ðə lˈæst plˈaʊ æz ɪt pˈæsᵻz ˈɔn, fɔːɹ ˈɔːl ɑːɹ fˈɑːloʊɪŋ tə ðə ɡˈɪlətˌiːn.