text_original: I have got To omit a whole lot, For the lack of available space; And the rest I am forced to boil down and condense To the following Essence of Sound without Sense: Now the Pitcher that journeys too oft To the Well will get broken at last. But you'll find it a fact That, by using some tact, Such a danger as this can be past. (There's an obvious way, and a simple, you'll own, Which is, if you're a Pitcher, to Let Well alone.)
text_transcription: I HAVE GOT TO EMIT A WHOLE LOT FOR THE LACK OF AVAILABLE SPACE AND THE REST I AM FORCED TO BOIL DOWN AND CONDENSE TO THE FOLLOWING ESSENCE OF SOUND WITHOUT SENSE NOW THE PICTURE THAT JOURNEYS TOO OFT TO THE WELL WILL GET BROKEN AT LAST BUT YOU'LL FIND IT A FACT THAT BY USING SOME TACT SUCH A DANGER AS THIS CAN BE PASSED THERE'S AN OBVIOUS WAY AND A SIMPLE YOUR OWN WHICH IS IF YOU'RE A PITCHER TO LET WELL ALONE
phonemes: aɪ hæv ɡɑːt tʊ oʊmˈɪt ɐ hˈoʊl lˈɑːt, fɚðə lˈæk ʌv ɐvˈeɪləbəl spˈeɪs; ænd ðə ɹˈɛst aɪɐm fˈɔːɹst tə bˈɔɪl dˌaʊn ænd kəndˈɛns tə ðə fˈɑːloʊɪŋ ˈɛsəns ʌv sˈaʊnd wɪðˌaʊt sˈɛns: nˈaʊ ðə pˈɪtʃɚ ðæt dʒˈɜːniz tˈuː ˈɔft tə ðə wˈɛl wɪl ɡɛt bɹˈoʊkən æt lˈæst. bˌʌt juːl fˈaɪnd ɪɾ ɐ fˈækt ðˈæt, baɪ jˈuːzɪŋ sˌʌm tˈækt, sˈʌtʃ ɐ dˈeɪndʒɚɹ æz ðɪs kæn biː pˈæst. (ðɛɹz ɐn ˈɑːbviəs wˈeɪ, ænd ɐ sˈɪmpəl, juːl ˈoʊn, wˈɪtʃ ɪz, ɪf jʊɹ ɐ pˈɪtʃɚ, tə lˈɛt wˈɛl ɐlˈoʊn.)