text_original: The zebras bound o'er shaking ground In many a wild stampedo; The blesbok, too, and sportive gnu, Make noise as much as they do. 'Fore break of day you must away To reach the doubtful water, And if you're not a steady shot You ne'er a buck will slaughter.
text_transcription: THE ZEBRAS BOUND O'ER SHAKING GROUND IN MANY A WILD STAMPEDO THE BLAISBOCK TOO AND SPORTIVE NEW MAKE NOISE AS MUCH AS THEY DO FOR BREAK OF DAY YOU MUST AWAY TO REACH THE DOUBTFUL WATER AND IF YOU'RE NOT A STEADY SHOT HERE NEVER A BUCK WILL SLAUGHTER
phonemes: ðə zˈiːbɹəz bˈaʊnd ˈɔːɹ ʃˈeɪkɪŋ ɡɹˈaʊnd ɪn mˈɛni ɐ wˈaɪld stæmpˈiːdoʊ; ðə blˈɛsbɑːk, tˈuː, ænd spˈɔːɹɾɪv ɡənˈuː, mˌeɪk nˈɔɪz æz mˈʌtʃ æz ðeɪ dˈuː. fˈɔːɹ bɹˈeɪk ʌv dˈeɪ juː mˈʌst ɐwˈeɪ tə ɹˈiːtʃ ðə dˈaʊtfəl wˈɔːɾɚ, ænd ɪf jʊɹ nˌɑːɾə stˈɛdi ʃˈɑːt juː nˈɛɹ ɐ bˈʌk wɪl slˈɔːɾɚ.