text_original: Week in, week out, from morn till night, Yen can hear his bellows blow; Digitized by OooqIc THE HOME. 329 You can hear him swing his heavy sledge, With measured beat and slow, Like a sexton ringing the village bell, When the evening sun is low.
text_transcription: WEEK IN WEEK OUT FROM MORN TILL NIGHT YOU CAN HEAR HIS BELLOWS BLOW YOU CAN HEAR HIM SWING HIS HEAVY SLEDGE WITH MEASURED BEAT AND SLOW LIKE A SEXTON RINGING THE VILLAGE BELL WHEN THE EVENING SUN IS SLOW
phonemes: wˈiːk ˈɪn, wˈiːk ˈaʊt, fɹʌm mˈɔːɹn tˈɪl nˈaɪt, jˈɛn kæn hˈɪɹ hɪz bˈɛloʊz blˈoʊ; dˈɪdʒɪtˌaɪzd baɪ ˈuːɑːk ˈaɪk ðə hˈoʊm. θɹˈiːhˈʌndɹɪd twˈɛnti nˈaɪn juː kæn hˈɪɹ hˌɪm swˈɪŋ hɪz hˈɛvi slˈɛdʒ, wɪð mˈɛʒɚd bˈiːt ænd slˈoʊ, lˈaɪk ɐ sˈɛkstən ɹˈɪŋɪŋ ðə vˈɪlɪdʒ bˈɛl, wˌɛn ðɪ ˈiːvnɪŋ sˈʌn ɪz lˈoʊ.