text_original: You'll not be master of the place, Saddle or bridle  how you will; For if the door's slammed in its face, It comes back o'er the window sill.
text_transcription: YOU'LL NOT BE MASTER OF THE PLACE SADDLE OR BRIDLE HOW YOU WILL FOR IF THE DOOR SLAMMED IN ITS FACE IT COMES BACK OVER THE WINDOW SILL
phonemes: juːl nˌɑːt biː mˈæstɚɹ ʌvðə plˈeɪs, sˈædəl ɔːɹ bɹˈaɪdəl hˌaʊ juː wˈɪl; fɔːɹ ɪf ðə dˈɔːɹz slˈæmd ɪn ɪts fˈeɪs, ɪt kˈʌmz bˈæk ˈɔːɹ ðə wˈɪndoʊ sˈɪl.