text_original: This, torn and tattered, hath \\ ith much ado (lot bv the briars; and thai hath losl his shoe This drops his band; l ha i headlong falls for baste; Another cries behind for being last : 158 POEMS OF NATURE. With sticks and stones, and many a sounding hol  low, The little fool with no small sport they follow, Whilst he from tree to tree, from spray to spray, Gets to the wood, and hides him in his dray.
text_transcription: THIS TORN AND TATTERED HATH WITH MUCH ADO GOT BY THE BRIERS AND THAT HATH LOST HIS SHOE THIS DROPS HIS BAND THAT HEADLONG FOLDS FOR HASTE ANOTHER CRIES BEHIND FOR BEING LAST WITH STICKS AND STONES AND MANY A SOUNDING HOLLOW THE LITTLE FOOL WITH NO SMALL SPORT THEY FOLLOW WHILST HE FROM TREE TO TREE FROM SPRAY TO SPRAY GETS TO THE WOOD AND HIDES HIM IN HIS STRAY
phonemes: ðˈɪs, tˈɔːɹn ænd tˈæɾɚd, hæθ bˈækslɐʃbˌækslæʃ ˈɪθ mˈʌtʃ ɐdˈuː (lˈɑːt bˌiːvˈiː ðə bɹˈaɪɚz; ænd tˈaɪ hæθ lˈɑːsəl hɪz ʃˈuː ðɪs dɹˈɑːps hɪz bˈænd; ˈɛl hˈɑː ˈaɪ hˈɛdlɔŋ fˈɔːlz fɔːɹ bˈeɪst; ɐnˈʌðɚ kɹˈaɪz bᵻhˌaɪnd fɔːɹ bˌiːɪŋ lˈæst : wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd fˈɪfti ˈeɪt pˈoʊᵻmz ʌv nˈeɪtʃɚ. wɪð stˈɪks ænd stˈoʊnz, ænd mˈɛni ɐ sˈaʊndɪŋ hˈɑːl lˈoʊ, ðə lˈɪɾəl fˈuːl wɪð nˈoʊ smˈɔːl spˈɔːɹt ðeɪ fˈɑːloʊ, wˌaɪlst hiː fɹʌm tɹˈiː tə tɹˈiː, fɹʌm spɹˈeɪ tə spɹˈeɪ, ɡˈɛts tə ðə wˈʊd, ænd hˈaɪdz hˌɪm ɪn hɪz dɹˈeɪ.