text_original: Yes, gone to the grave is he whom we lov'd And lifeless the form that manfully mov'd, The clods of the valley encompass his head, This tombstone reminds us our brother is dead.
text_transcription: YES GONE TO THE GRAVE IS HE WHOM WE LOVED AND LIFELESS THE FORM THAT MAN FULLY MOVED THE CLODS OF THE VALLEY ENCOMPASS HIS HEAD THIS TOMBSTONE REMINDS US OUR BROTHER IS DEAD
phonemes: jˈɛs, ɡɔn tə ðə ɡɹˈeɪv ɪz hiː hˈuːm wiː lˈʌvd ænd lˈaɪfləs ðə fˈɔːɹm ðæt mˈænfəli mˈɑːvd, ðə klˈɑːdz ʌvðə vˈæli ɛŋkˈʌmpəs hɪz hˈɛd, ðɪs tˈuːmstoʊn ɹᵻmˈaɪndz ˌʌs ˌaʊɚ bɹˈʌðɚɹ ɪz dˈɛd.