text_original: I may trot from court to square, Yet it neither swears nor groans, When I jolt it over stones." Said the coffin to the hearse horse, "Bones!"
text_transcription: I MADE ROT FROM COURT TO SQUARE YET IT NEVER SWEARS NOR GROANS WHEN I JOLTED OVER STONES SET THE COFFIN TO THE HEARSE HORSE BOOMS
phonemes: aɪ mˈeɪ tɹˈɑːt fɹʌm kˈɔːɹt tə skwˈɛɹ, jˈɛt ɪt nˈiːðɚ swˈɛɹz nˈɔːɹ ɡɹˈoʊnz, wˌɛn aɪ dʒˈoʊlt ɪɾ ˌoʊvɚ stˈoʊnz." sˈɛd ðə kˈɔfɪn tə ðə hˈɜːs hˈɔːɹs, "bˈoʊnz!"