text_original: IV. To threats he gave no care. Worrying the poor man there, As standing he eyed them, while The 'bus rolled and thundered. Wrap't in his dark, brown cloak. Right through that line he broke, 'Twas then that boot and shoe Thought it a feeble joke — Corns nearly sundered!
text_transcription: TO THREATS HE GAVE NO CARE WORRYING THE POOR MAN THERE AS STANDING HE EYED THEM WHILE THE BUS ROLLED AND THUNDERED WRAPPED IN HIS DARK BROWN CLOAK RIGHT THROUGH THAT LINE HE BROKE TWAS THEN THAT BOOT AND SHOE THOUGHT IT A FEEBLE JOKE CORNS NEARLY SUNDERED
phonemes: ɹˌoʊmən fˈɔːɹ. tə θɹˈɛts hiː ɡˈeɪv nˈoʊ kˈɛɹ. wˈʌɹiɪŋ ðə pˈʊɹ mˈæn ðˈɛɹ, æz stˈændɪŋ hiː ˈaɪd ðˌɛm, wˌaɪl ðə bˈʌs ɹˈoʊld ænd θˈʌndɚd. ɹˈæpt ɪn hɪz dˈɑːɹk, bɹˈaʊn klˈoʊk. ɹˈaɪt θɹuː ðæt lˈaɪn hiː bɹˈoʊk, twˈɑːz ðˈɛn ðæt bˈuːt ænd ʃˈuː θˈɔːt ɪɾ ɐ fˈiːbəl dʒˈoʊk — kˈɔːɹnz nˌɪɹli sˈʌndɚd!