text_original: Full forty years since turned the key in that door. 'T is a room deaf and dumb mid the city's uproar. The guests, for whose joyance that table was spread, May now enter as ghosts, for they're every one dead. Through a chink in the shutter dim lights come and go; The seats are in order, the dishes a row: But the luncheon was wealth to the rat and the mouse Whose descendants have long left the Dirty Old House.
text_transcription: FULL FORTY YEARS SINCE TURNED THE KEY IN THAT DOOR TIS A ROOM DEAF AND DUMB MID THE CITY'S UPROAR THE GUESTS FOR WHOSE JOYANCE THAT TABLE WAS SPREAD MAY NOW ENTER AS GHOSTS FOR THEIR EVERY ONE DEAD THROUGH A CHINK IN THE SHUTTER DIM LIGHTS COME AND GO THE SEATS ARE IN ORDER THE DISHES A ROW BUT THE LUNCHEON WAS WEALTH TO THE RAT AND THE MOUSE WHOSE DESCENDANTS HAVE LONG LEFT THE DIRTY OLD HOUSE
phonemes: fˈʊl fˈɔːɹɾi jˈɪɹz sˈɪns tˈɜːnd ðə kˈiː ɪn ðæt dˈɔːɹ. tˈiː ɪz ɐ ɹˈuːm dˈɛf ænd dˈʌm mˈɪd ðə sˈɪɾiz ˈʌpɹɔːɹ. ðə ɡˈɛsts, fɔːɹ hˌuːz dʒˈɔɪəns ðæt tˈeɪbəl wʌz spɹˈɛd, mˈeɪ nˈaʊ ˈɛntɚɹ æz ɡˈoʊsts, fɔːɹ ðeɪɚɹ ˈɛvɹi wˈʌn dˈɛd. θɹuː ɐ tʃˈɪŋk ɪnðə ʃˈʌɾɚ dˈɪm lˈaɪts kˈʌm ænd ɡˈoʊ; ðə sˈiːts ɑːɹ ɪn ˈɔːɹdɚ, ðə dˈɪʃᵻz ɐ ɹˈoʊ: bˌʌt ðə lˈʌntʃən wʌz wˈɛlθ tə ðə ɹˈæt ænd ðə mˈaʊs hˌuːz dᵻsˈɛndənts hæv lˈɔŋ lˈɛft ðə dˈɜːɾi ˈoʊld hˈaʊs.