text_original: and you, James! you were my first born, but I cannot go to you now, where you lie in the darkness among the dead! Oh, but it is a sad story I must carry to your old father, to bring his gray hairs in sorrow to the grave.
text_transcription: AND YOU JAMES YOU WERE MY FIRST BORN BUT I CANNOT GO TO YOU NOW WHERE YOU LIE IN THE DARKNESS AMONG THE DEAD OH BUT IT IS A SAD STORY I MUST CARRY TO YOUR OLD FATHER TO BRING HIS GRAY HAIRS IN SORROW TO THE GRAVE
phonemes: ænd juː, dʒˈeɪmz! juː wɜː maɪ fˈɜːst bˈɔːɹn, bˌʌt aɪ kænˈɑːt ɡˌoʊ tə juː nˈaʊ, wˌɛɹ juː lˈaɪ ɪnðə dˈɑːɹknəs ɐmˌʌŋ ðə dˈɛd! ˈoʊ, bˌʌt ɪɾ ɪz ɐ sˈæd stˈɔːɹi aɪ mˈʌst kˈæɹi tə jʊɹ ˈoʊld fˈɑːðɚ, tə bɹˈɪŋ hɪz ɡɹˈeɪ hˈɛɹz ɪn sˈɑːɹoʊ tə ðə ɡɹˈeɪv.