text_original: Alas! what's food without one's liberty? The Horse his folly soon perceived; But far too late the creature grieved. His stable was all ready near the spot, And there, with halter round his neck, he died, Wiser had he his injuries forgot.
text_transcription: ALAS WHAT'S FOOD WITHOUT ONE'S LIBERTY THE HORSE HIS FOLLY SOON PERCEIVED BUT FAR TOO LATE THE CREATURE GRIEVED HIS STABLE WAS ALREADY NEAR THE SPOT AND THERE WITH HALTER ROUND HIS NECK HE DIED WISER HAD HE HIS INJURIES FORGOT
phonemes: ɐlˈæs! wˌʌts fˈuːd wɪðˌaʊt wˈʌnz lˈɪbɚɾi? ðə hˈɔːɹs hɪz fˈɑːli sˈuːn pɚsˈiːvd; bˌʌt fˈɑːɹ tˈuː lˈeɪt ðə kɹˈiːtʃɚ ɡɹˈiːvd. hɪz stˈeɪbəl wʌz ˈɔːl ɹˈɛdi nˌɪɹ ðə spˈɑːt, ænd ðˈɛɹ, wɪð hˈɔltɚ ɹˈaʊnd hɪz nˈɛk, hiː dˈaɪd, wˈaɪzɚ hæd hiː hɪz ˈɪndʒɚɹiz fɚɡˈɑːt.