text_original: The rumbling words march fierce along, Made trebly dreadful in your song. Sweet poet, hired for birth day rhymes, To sing of wars, choose peaceful times.
text_transcription: THE RUMBLING WORDS MARCH FIERCE ALONG MADE TREBLY DREADFUL IN YOUR SONG SWEET POET HIRED FOR BIRTHDAY RHYMES TO SING OF WARS CHOOSE PEACEFUL TIMES
phonemes: ðə ɹˈʌmblɪŋ wˈɜːdz mˈɑːɹtʃ fˈɪɹs ɐlˈɔŋ, mˌeɪd tɹˈɛbli dɹˈɛdfəl ɪn jʊɹ sˈɔŋ. swˈiːt pˈoʊɪt, hˈaɪɚd fɔːɹ bˈɜːθ dˈeɪ ɹˈaɪmz, tə sˈɪŋ ʌv wˈɔːɹz, tʃˈuːz pˈiːsfəl tˈaɪmz.