text_original: Now like a serpent writhing o'er the moor, The column curves and makes a slight detour, As Custer leads a thousand men away To save a ground bird's nest which in the footpath lay.
text_transcription: NOW LIKE A SERPENT RISING OVER THE MOOR THE COLUMN CURVES AND MAKES A SLIGHT DETOUR AS CASTA LEADS A THOUSAND MEN AWAY TO SAVE A GROUND BIRD'S NEST WHICH IN THE FOOTPATH LAY
phonemes: nˈaʊ lˈaɪk ɐ sˈɜːpənt ɹˈaɪðɪŋ ˈɔːɹ ðə mˈʊɹ, ðə kˈɑːlʌm kˈɜːvz ænd mˌeɪks ɐ slˈaɪt dˈiːtʊɹ, æz kˈʌstɚ lˈiːdz ɐ θˈaʊzənd mˈɛn ɐwˈeɪ tə sˈeɪv ɐ ɡɹˈaʊnd bˈɜːdz nˈɛst wˌɪtʃ ɪnðə fˈʊtpæθ lˈeɪ.