text_original: As the tall forest trees bend their heads 'neath the breeze, So our team breasts the steep with a labouring wheeze; Then down the long slope in a sinuous race, They scamper along at a bullock's best pace; Wo haa! shouts the driver.
text_transcription: AS THE TALL FOREST TREES BEND THEIR HEADS NEATH THE BREATHE SO OUR TEAM BREASTS THE STEEP WITH A LABORING WHEEZE THEN DOWN THE LONG SLOPE IN A SINUOUS RACE THEY SCAMPER ALONG AT THE BULLOCK'S BEST PACE WHOO HA SHOUTS THE DRIVER
phonemes: æz ðə tˈɔːl fˈɔːɹɪst tɹˈiːz bˈɛnd ðɛɹ hˈɛdz nˈiːθ ðə bɹˈiːz, sˌoʊ ˌaʊɚ tˈiːm bɹˈɛsts ðə stˈiːp wɪð ɐ lˈeɪbɚɹɪŋ wˈiːz; ðˈɛn dˌaʊn ðə lˈɔŋ slˈoʊp ɪn ɐ sˈɪnjuːəs ɹˈeɪs, ðeɪ skˈæmpɚɹ ɐlˈɔŋ æɾə bˈʊləks bˈɛst pˈeɪs; wˈoʊ hˈɑː! ʃˈaʊts ðə dɹˈaɪvɚ.