text_original: After they'd had their bout of drinking, Says Reynard, "Comrade, I am thinking How we can best get out from here; Put up your feet and horns  no fear   Rear up against the wall, my friend, And I'll climb up  our troubles end. One spring upon your horns will do; And I once out can rescue you."
text_transcription: AFTER THEY'D HAD THEIR BOUT OF DRINKING SAYS REYNARD COMRADE I AM THINKING HOW WE CAN BEST GET OUT FROM HERE PUT UP YOUR FEET AND HORNS NO FEAR REAR UP AGAINST THE WALL MY FRIEND AND I'LL CLIMB UP OUR TROUBLE'S END ONE SPRING UPON YOUR HORNS WILL DO AND I ONCE OUT CAN RESCUE YOU
phonemes: ˈæftɚ ðeɪd hæd ðɛɹ bˈaʊt ʌv dɹˈɪŋkɪŋ, sˈɛz ɹˈeɪnɑːɹd, "kˈɑːmɹæd, aɪɐm θˈɪŋkɪŋ hˌaʊ wiː kæn bˈɛst ɡɛt ˈaʊt fɹʌm hˈɪɹ; pˌʊt ˌʌp jʊɹ fˈiːt ænd hˈɔːɹnz nˈoʊ fˈɪɹ ɹˈɪɹ ˌʌp ɐɡˈɛnst ðə wˈɔːl, maɪ fɹˈɛnd, ænd aɪl klˈaɪm ˌʌp ˌaʊɚ tɹˈʌbəlz ˈɛnd. wˈʌn spɹˈɪŋ əpˌɑːn jʊɹ hˈɔːɹnz wɪl dˈuː; ænd aɪ wˈʌns ˈaʊt kæn ɹˈɛskjuː juː."