text_original: Yet I know a young rogue, that, thrown flat on the field, Would, as he lay under, cry out, Sirrah! yield. So the French, when our generals soundly did pay them, Went triumphant to church, and sang stoutly, _Te Deum.
text_transcription: YET I KNOW A YOUNG ROGUE THAT THROWN FLAT ON THE FIELD WOULD AS HE LAY UNDER CRY OUT SIRRAH YIELD SO THE FRENCH WHEN OUR GENERALS SOUNDLY DID PAY THEM WENT TRIUMPHANT TO CHURCH AND SANG STOUTLY TO DAUM
phonemes: jˈɛt aɪ nˈoʊ ɐ jˈʌŋ ɹˈoʊɡ, ðˈæt, θɹˈoʊn flˈæt ɔnðə fˈiːld, wˈʊd, æz hiː lˈeɪ ˈʌndɚ, kɹˈaɪ ˈaʊt, sˈɜːɹə! jˈiːld. sˌoʊ ðə fɹˈɛntʃ, wˌɛn ˌaʊɚ dʒˈɛnɚɹəlz sˈaʊndli dˈɪd pˈeɪ ðˌɛm, wɛnt tɹaɪˈʌmfənt tə tʃˈɜːtʃ, ænd sˈæŋ stˈaʊtli, tˈiː dˈiːəm.