text_original: How ardent I seized it, with hands that were glowing, And quick to the white pebbled bottom it fell; Then soon, with the emblem of truth overflowing, And dripping with coolness, it rose from the well   The old oaken bucket, the iron bound bucket, The moss covered bucket arose from the well.
text_transcription: HOW ARDENT I SEIZED IT WITH HANDS THAT WERE GLOWING AND QUICK TO THE WHITE PEBBLED BOTTOM IT FELL THEN SOON WITH THE EMBLEM OF TRUTH OVERFLOWING AND DRIPPING WITH COOLNESS IT ROSE FROM THE WELL THE OLD OAKEN BUCKET THE IRON BOUND BUCKET THE MOSS COVERED BUCKET AROSE FROM THE WELL
phonemes: hˌaʊ ˈɑːɹdənt aɪ sˈiːzd ɪt, wɪð hˈændz ðæt wɜː ɡlˈoʊɪŋ, ænd kwˈɪk tə ðə wˈaɪt pˈɛbəld bˈɑːɾəm ɪt fˈɛl; ðˈɛn sˈuːn, wɪððɪ ˈɛmbləm ʌv tɹˈuːθ ˌoʊvɚflˈoʊɪŋ, ænd dɹˈɪpɪŋ wɪð kˈuːlnəs, ɪt ɹˈoʊz fɹʌmðə wˈɛl ðɪ ˈoʊld ˈoʊkən bˈʌkɪt, ðɪ ˈaɪɚn bˈaʊnd bˈʌkɪt, ðə mˈɔs kˈʌvɚd bˈʌkɪt ɚɹˈoʊz fɹʌmðə wˈɛl.