text_original: I hear, among scholars there is a great doubt, From what kind of tree this Wood was hewn out, Teague made a good pun by a brogue in his speech: And said, "By my shoul, he's the son of a BEECH." Some call him a thorn, the curse of the nation, As thorns were design'd to be from the creation.
text_transcription: I HEAR AMONG SCHOLARS THERE IS A GREAT DOUBT FROM WHAT KIND OF TREE THIS WOOD WAS HEWN OUT TIG MADE A GOOD PUN BY A ROGUE IN HIS SPEECH AND SAID BY MY SOUL HE'S THE SON OF A BEECH SOME CALL HIM A THORN THE CURSE OF THE NATION AS THORNS WERE DESIGNED TO BE FROM THE CREATION
phonemes: aɪ hˈɪɹ, ɐmˌʌŋ skˈɑːlɚz ðɛɹ ɪz ɐ ɡɹˈeɪt dˈaʊt, fɹʌm wʌt kˈaɪnd ʌv tɹˈiː ðɪs wˈʊd wʌz hjˈuːn ˈaʊt, tˈiːɡ mˌeɪd ɐ ɡˈʊd pˈʌn baɪ ɐ bɹˈoʊɡ ɪn hɪz spˈiːtʃ: ænd sˈɛd, "baɪ maɪ ʃˈaʊl, hiːz ðə sˈʌn əvə bˈiːtʃ." sˌʌm kˈɔːl hˌɪm ɐ θˈɔːɹn, ðə kˈɜːs ʌvðə nˈeɪʃən, æz θˈɔːɹnz wɜː dɪzˈaɪnd təbi fɹʌmðə kɹiːˈeɪʃən.