text_original: The Cab horses now at their good luck are laughing, To think their nose bags will have more corn and chaff in, And cock up their noses as by us they're passing, Saying, what do you think of our Flags?
text_transcription: THE CAB HORSES NOW OUT THEIR GOOD LUCK ARE LAUGHING TO THINK THEIR NOSE BAGS WILL HAVE MORE CORN AND CHAFFIN AND COCK UP THEIR NOSES AS BY US THEY'RE PASSING SAYING WHAT DO YOU THINK OF OUR FLAGS
phonemes: ðə kˈæb hˈɔːɹsᵻz nˈaʊ æt ðɛɹ ɡˈʊd lˈʌk ɑːɹ lˈæfɪŋ, tə θˈɪŋk ðɛɹ nˈoʊz bˈæɡz wɪl hæv mˈɔːɹ kˈɔːɹn ænd tʃˈæf ˈɪn, ænd kˈɑːk ˌʌp ðɛɹ nˈoʊzᵻz æz baɪ ˌʌs ðeɪɚ pˈæsɪŋ, sˈeɪɪŋ, wˌʌt dˈuː juː θˈɪŋk ʌv ˌaʊɚ flˈæɡz?