text_original: Then from his arm hoarse thunder rolls, As loud as fifty mustard bowls; For thunder still his arm supplies, And lightning always in his eyes.
text_transcription: THEN FROM HIS ARM HOARSE THUNDER ROLLS AS LOUD AS FIFTY MUSTARD BULLS FOR THUNDER STILL HIS ARM SUPPLIES AND LIGHTNING ALWAYS IN HIS EYES
phonemes: ðˈɛn fɹʌm hɪz ˈɑːɹm hˈɔːɹs θˈʌndɚ ɹˈoʊlz, æz lˈaʊd æz fˈɪfti mˈʌstɚd bˈoʊlz; fɔːɹ θˈʌndɚ stˈɪl hɪz ˈɑːɹm səplˈaɪz, ænd lˈaɪtnɪŋ ˈɔːlweɪz ɪn hɪz ˈaɪz.