text_original: "I've come, sir knave, to see The master of these halls: A maid unwillingly Lies prisoned in their walls." With barely stifled sigh That porter drooped his head, With teardrops in his eye, "A many, sir," he said.
text_transcription: I HAVE COME SIR KNAVE TO SEE THE MASTER OF THESE HALLS A MAID UNWILLINGLY LIES PRISONED IN THEIR WALL WITH BARELY STIFLED SIGH THAT PORTER DROOPED HIS HEAD WITH TEAR DROPS IN HIS EYE OH MANY SIR HE SAID
phonemes: "aɪv kˈʌm, sˌɜː nˈeɪv, tə sˈiː ðə mˈæstɚɹ ʌv ðiːz hˈɔːlz: ɐ mˈeɪd ʌnwˈɪlɪŋli lˈaɪz pɹˈɪzənd ɪn ðɛɹ wˈɔːlz." wɪð bˈɛɹli stˈaɪfəld sˈaɪ ðæt pˈɔːɹɾɚ dɹˈuːpt hɪz hˈɛd, wɪð tˈɪɹdɹɑːps ɪn hɪz ˈaɪ, "ɐ mˈɛni, sˌɜː," hiː sˈɛd.