text_original: THE RAMBLE Down the road which asters tangle, Thro' the gap where green briar twines, By the path where dry leaves dangle Sere from the ivy vines We go  by sedgy fallows And along the stifled brook, Till it stops in lushy mallows Just at the bridge's crook.
text_transcription: THE RAMBLE DOWN THE ROAD WHICH ESTAS TANGLE THROUGH THE GAP WHERE GREEN BRIER TWINES BY THE PATH WHERE DRY LEAVES DANGLE SEAL FROM THE IVY VINES WE GO BY SEDGEY FALLOWS AND ALONG THE STIFLED BROOK TILL IT STOPS IN LUSHY MELLOWS JUST AT THE BRIDGES CROOK
phonemes: ðə ɹˈæmbəl dˌaʊn ðə ɹˈoʊd wˌɪtʃ ˈæstɚz tˈæŋɡəl, θɹˈoʊ ðə ɡˈæp wˌɛɹ ɡɹˈiːn bɹˈaɪɚ twˈaɪnz, baɪ ðə pˈæθ wˌɛɹ dɹˈaɪ lˈiːvz dˈæŋɡəl sˈɪɹ fɹʌmðɪ ˈaɪvi vˈaɪnz wiː ɡˌoʊ baɪ sˈɛdʒi fˈæloʊz ænd ɐlˈɔŋ ðə stˈaɪfəld bɹˈʊk, tˈɪl ɪt stˈɑːps ɪn lˈʌʃi mˈæloʊz dʒˈʌst æt ðə bɹˈɪdʒᵻz kɹˈʊk.