text_original: I sent the magpie from the British soil, With restless beak thy blooming fruit to spoil; To din thine ears with unharmonious clack, And haunt thy holy walls in white and black.
text_transcription: I SENT THE MAGPIE FROM THE BRITISH SOIL WITH RESTLESS BEAK THY BLOOMING FRUIT TO SPOIL TO DIN THINE EARS WITH UNARMONIOUS CLACK AND HAUNT THY HOLLY WALLS IN WHITE AND BLACK
phonemes: aɪ sˈɛnt ðə mˈæɡpaɪ fɹʌmðə bɹˈɪɾɪʃ sˈɔɪl, wɪð ɹˈɛstləs bˈiːk ðˌaɪ blˈuːmɪŋ fɹˈuːt tə spˈɔɪl; tə dˈɪn ðaɪn ˈɪɹz wɪð ʌnhɑːɹmˈoʊniəs klˈæk, ænd hˈɔːnt ðˌaɪ hˈoʊli wˈɔːlz ɪn wˈaɪt ænd blˈæk.