text_original: Can't jump over a gate nor run across the meadow. I'm but an old whitebeard of inane identity. Pass on! What's left of me to day will very soon be nothing.
text_transcription: CAN'T JUMP OVER A GATE NOR RUN ACROSS THE MEADOW I'M BUT AN OLD WHITE BEARD OF INANE IDENTITY PASS ON WHAT'S LEFT OF ME TO DAY WILL VERY SOON BE NOTHING
phonemes: kˈænt dʒˈʌmp ˌoʊvɚɹ ɐ ɡˈeɪt nˈɔːɹ ɹˈʌn əkɹˌɑːs ðə mˈɛdoʊ. aɪm bˌʌt ɐn ˈoʊld wˈaɪtbɪɹd ʌv ɪnˈeɪn aɪdˈɛntᵻɾi. pˈæs ˈɔn! wˌʌts lˈɛft ʌv mˌiː tə dˈeɪ wɪl vˈɛɹi sˈuːn biː nˈʌθɪŋ.