text_original: O'er mountain, dale, and weary road. The weary pilgrims bore their load, Till to a ford they came one day; They halted there With wondering air; The driver knowing very well the way, Leaped on the Ass the sponges' load that bore, And drove the other beast before.
text_transcription: OVER MOUNTAIN DALE AND WEARY ROAD THE WEARY PILGRIMS BORE THEIR LOAD TILL TO A FORD THEY CAME ONE DAY THEY HALTED THERE WITH WANDERING AIR THE DRIVER KNOWING VERY WELL THE WAY LEAPED ON THE ASS THE SPONGEOUS LOAD THAT BORE AND DROVE THE OTHER BEAST BEFORE
phonemes: ˈɔːɹ mˈaʊntɪn, dˈeɪl, ænd wˈɪɹi ɹˈoʊd. ðə wˈɪɹi pˈɪlɡɹɪmz bˈɔːɹ ðɛɹ lˈoʊd, tˈɪl tʊ ɐ fˈɔːɹd ðeɪ kˈeɪm wˈʌn dˈeɪ; ðeɪ hˈɔltᵻd ðɛɹ wɪð wˈʌndɚɹɪŋ ˈɛɹ; ðə dɹˈaɪvɚ nˈoʊɪŋ vˈɛɹi wˈɛl ðə wˈeɪ, lˈiːpt ɔnðɪ ˈæs ðə spˈʌndʒᵻz lˈoʊd ðæt bˈɔːɹ, ænd dɹˈoʊv ðɪ ˈʌðɚ bˈiːst bᵻfˈɔːɹ.