text_original: But ere you mount his fiery steed, Beware, O Bard, how you proceed:   For should you give him once the reins, High up in air he'll turn your brains; And if you should his fury check, 'Tis ten to one he breaks your neck.
text_transcription: BUT ERE YOU MOUNT HIS FIERY STEED BEWARE O BARD HOW YOU PROCEED FOR SHOULD YOU GIVE HIM ONCE THE REINS HIGH UP IN AIR HE'LL TURN YOUR BRAINS AND IF YOU SHOULD HIS FURY CHECK TIS TEN TO ONE HE BREAKS YOUR NECK
phonemes: bˌʌt ˈɛɹ juː mˈaʊnt hɪz fˈaɪɚɹi stˈiːd, bᵻwˈɛɹ, ˈoʊ bˈɑːɹd, hˌaʊ juː pɹəsˈiːd:   fɔːɹ ʃˌʊd juː ɡˈɪv hˌɪm wˈʌns ðə ɹˈeɪnz, hˈaɪ ˌʌp ɪn ˈɛɹ hiːl tˈɜːn jʊɹ bɹˈeɪnz; ænd ɪf juː ʃˌʊd hɪz fjˈʊɹɹi tʃˈɛk, tˈɪz tˈɛn tə wˈʌn hiː bɹˈeɪks jʊɹ nˈɛk.