text_original: It never ceased to be the way Whenever mice were out at play; For when a certain time has gone, The jug is seasoned; and the cloth gets wrinkles. In vain we try to alter what is done, The warning bell unheeded tinkles.
text_transcription: IT NEVER CEASED TO BE THE WAY WHENEVER MICE WERE OUT AT PLAY FOR WHEN A CERTAIN TIME HAS GONE THE JUG IS SEASONED AND THE CLOTH GET SWINKLES IN VAIN WE TRY TO ALTER WHAT IS DONE THE WARNING BELL UNHEEDED TINKLES
phonemes: ɪt nˈɛvɚ sˈiːst təbi ðə wˈeɪ wɛnˌɛvɚ mˈaɪs wɜːɹ ˈaʊt æt plˈeɪ; fɔːɹ wɛn ɐ sˈɜːʔn̩ tˈaɪm hɐz ɡˈɔn, ðə dʒˈʌɡ ɪz sˈiːzənd; ænd ðə klˈɔθ ɡˈɛts ɹˈɪŋkəlz. ɪn vˈeɪn wiː tɹˈaɪ tʊ ˈɔltɚ wʌt ɪz dˈʌn, ðə wˈɔːɹnɪŋ bˈɛl ʌnhˈiːdᵻd tˈɪŋkəlz.