text_original: But now a crazy creature has introduced the feature Of artificial weather, I think we're nearly through. For when we once go strainin' to keep it dry or rainin' To suit the general public, 'twill bust the world in two, WAS, IS, AND YET TO BE Was, Is, and Yet to Be
text_transcription: BUT NOW A CRAZY CREATURE HAS INTRODUCED THE FEATURE OF ARTIFICIAL WEATHER I THINK WE'RE NEARLY THROUGH FOR WHEN WE ONCE GO STRAININ TO KEEP IT DRY OR RAININ TO SUIT THE GENERAL PUBLIC TWILL BUST THE WORLD IN TWO END OF POEM THIS RECORDING IS IN THE PUBLIC DOMAIN
phonemes: bˌʌt nˈaʊ ɐ kɹˈeɪzi kɹˈiːtʃɚ hɐz ˌɪntɹədˈuːst ðə fˈiːtʃɚɹ ʌv ˌɑːɹɾɪfˈɪʃəl wˈɛðɚ, aɪ θˈɪŋk wɪɹ nˌɪɹli θɹˈuː. fɔːɹ wɛn wiː wˈʌns ɡˌoʊ stɹˈeɪnɪn tə kˈiːp ɪt dɹˈaɪ ɔːɹ ɹˈeɪnɪn tə sˈuːt ðə dʒˈɛnɚɹəl pˈʌblɪk, twˈɪl bˈʌst ðə wˈɜːld ɪn tˈuː, wʌz, ɪz, ænd jˈɛt tuː biː wʌz, ɪz, ænd jˈɛt tə bˈiː