text_original: And to this crying grievance, if you please, My horses founder'd on Fermanagh ways; Ways of well polish'd and well pointed stone, Where every step endangers every bone; And, more to raise your pity and your wonder, Two churches  twelve Hibernian miles asunder: With complicated cures, I labour hard in, Beside whole summers absent from  my garden!
text_transcription: AND TO THIS CRYING GRIEVANCE IF YOU PLEASE MY HORSES FOUNDERED ON FOR MONAK WAYS WAYS OF WELL POLISHED AND WELL POINTED STONE WHERE EVERY STEP ENDANGERS EVERY BONE AND MORE TO RAISE YOUR PITY AND YOUR WONDER TO CHURCHES TWELVE HIBERNIAN MILES ASUNDER WITH COMPLICATED CURES I LABOUR HARDEN BESIDE WHOLE SUMMERS ABSENT FROM MY GARDEN
phonemes: ænd tə ðɪs kɹˈaɪɪŋ ɡɹˈiːvəns, ɪf juː plˈiːz, maɪ hˈɔːɹsᵻz fˈaʊndɚd ˌɔn fɜːmˈænə wˈeɪz; wˈeɪz ʌv wˈɛl pˈɑːlɪʃd ænd wˈɛl pˈɔɪntᵻd stˈoʊn, wˌɛɹ ˈɛvɹi stˈɛp ɛndˈeɪndʒɚz ˈɛvɹi bˈoʊn; ænd, mˈɔːɹ tə ɹˈeɪz jʊɹ pˈɪɾi ænd jʊɹ wˈʌndɚ, tˈuː tʃˈɜːtʃᵻz twˈɛlv hˈaɪbɚnˌiən mˈaɪlz ɐsˈʌndɚ: wɪð kˈɑːmplᵻkˌeɪɾᵻd kjˈʊɹz, aɪ lˈeɪbɚ hˈɑːɹd ˈɪn, bᵻsˌaɪd hˈoʊl sˈʌmɚz ˈæbsənt fɹʌm maɪ ɡˈɑːɹdən!