text_original: I'd rather take my chance of life and reason, If in a den of roaring lions hurled Than for a single year, ay, for one season, To dwell with folks who'd traveled round the world.
text_transcription: I'D RATHER TAKE MY CHANCE OF LIFE AND REASON IF IN A DEN OF ROARING LIONS HURLED THEN FOR A SINGLE YEAR AY FOR ONE SEASON TO DWELL WITH FOLKS WHO HAVE TRAVELLED ROUND THE WORLD
phonemes: aɪd ɹˈæðɚ tˈeɪk maɪ tʃˈæns ʌv lˈaɪf ænd ɹˈiːzən, ɪf ɪn ɐ dˈɛn ʌv ɹˈɔːɹɪŋ lˈaɪənz hˈɜːld ðɐn fɚɹə sˈɪŋɡəl jˈɪɹ, ˈaɪ, fɔːɹ wˈʌn sˈiːzən, tə dwˈɛl wɪð fˈoʊks hˌuːd tɹˈævəld ɹˈaʊnd ðə wˈɜːld.