text_original: Our bishops, puft up with wealth and with pride, To hell on the backs of the clergy would ride. They mounted and labour'd with whip and with spur In vain  for the devil a parson would stir.
text_transcription: OUR BISHOPS PUFFED UP WITH WEALTH AND WITH PRIDE TO HELL ON THE BACKS OF THE CLERGY WOULD RIDE THEY MOUNTED AND LABOURED WITH WHIP AND WITH SPUR IN VAIN FOR THE DEVIL A PARSON WOULD STIR
phonemes: ˌaʊɚ bˈɪʃəps, pˈʌft ˌʌp wɪð wˈɛlθ ænd wɪð pɹˈaɪd, tə hˈɛl ɔnðə bˈæks ʌvðə klˈɜːdʒi wʊd ɹˈaɪd. ðeɪ mˈaʊntᵻd ænd lˈeɪbɚd wɪð wˈɪp ænd wɪð spˈɜːɹ ɪn vˈeɪn fɚðə dˈɛvəl ɐ pˈɑːɹsən wʊd stˈɜː.