text_original: The ready (for here Christian faith is sick, Which makes us seldom trespass upon tick) Instantly brings the choicest liquors out, Whether we ask for home brew'd or for stout, For mead or cider, or, with dainties fed, Ring for a flask or two of white or red, Such as the drawer will not fail to swear Was drunk by Pilkington[3]when third time mayor.
text_transcription: THE READY FOR HERE CHRISTIAN FAITH IS SICK WHICH MAKES US SELDOM TRESPASS UPON TICK INSTANTLY BRINGS THE CHOICEST LIQUORS OUT WHETHER WE ASK FOR HOME BROOD OR FOR STOUT FOR METRE CIDER OR WITH DAINTIES FED BRING FOR A FLASK OR TWO OF WHITE OR RED SUCH AS THE DRAWER WILL NOT FAIL TO SWEAR WAS DRUNK BY PILKINGTON WHEN THIRD TIME MAYOR
phonemes: ðə ɹˈɛdi (fɔːɹ hˈɪɹ kɹˈɪstʃən fˈeɪθ ɪz sˈɪk, wˌɪtʃ mˌeɪks ˌʌs sˈɛldəm tɹˈɛspəs əpˌɑːn tˈɪk) ˈɪnstəntli bɹˈɪŋz ðə tʃˈɔɪsɪst lˈɪkɚz ˈaʊt, wˈɛðɚ wiː ˈæsk fɔːɹ hˈoʊm bɹˈuːd ɔːɹ fɔːɹ stˈaʊt, fɔːɹ mˈiːd ɔːɹ sˈaɪdɚ, ɔːɹ, wɪð dˈeɪntiz fˈɛd, ɹˈɪŋ fɚɹə flˈæsk ɔːɹ tˈuː ʌv wˈaɪt ɔːɹ ɹˈɛd, sˈʌtʃ ɐz ðə dɹˈɔːɹ wɪl nˌɑːt fˈeɪl tə swˈɛɹ wʌz dɹˈʌŋk baɪ pˈɪlkɪŋtən[θɹˈiː]wˌɛn θˈɜːd tˈaɪm mˈeɪɚ.