text_original: But far above, on a stormy crag, clinging by its toes, there stands a pirates' hut. To this topmost ledge fishwives sometimes scramble by day; but when a wind shall search the crannies of the night, then no villager would dare to climb so high.
text_transcription: BUT FAR ABOVE ON A STORMY CRAG CLINGING BY ITS TOES THERE STANDS A PIRATE'S HUT TO THIS TOPMOST LEDGE FISHWIVES SOMETIMES SCRAMBLE BY DAY BUT WHEN A WIND SHALL SEARCH THE CRANNIES OF THE NIGHT THEN NO VILLAGER WOULD DARE TO CLIMB SO HIGH
phonemes: bˌʌt fˈɑːɹ əbˈʌv, ˌɔn ɐ stˈɔːɹmi kɹˈæɡ, klˈɪŋɪŋ baɪ ɪts tˈoʊz, ðɛɹ stˈændz ɐ pˈaɪɹəts hˈʌt. tə ðɪs tˈɑːpmoʊst lˈɛdʒ fˈɪʃwaɪvz sˈʌmtaɪmz skɹˈæmbəl baɪ dˈeɪ; bˌʌt wɛn ɐ wˈɪnd ʃˌæl sˈɜːtʃ ðə kɹˈænɪz ʌvðə nˈaɪt, ðˈɛn nˈoʊ vˈɪlɪdʒɚ wʊd dˈɛɹ tə klˈaɪm sˌoʊ hˈaɪ.