text_original: SHEELAH Thy breeches, torn behind, stand gaping wide; This petticoat shall save thy dear backside; Nor need I blush; although you feel it wet, Dermot, I vow, 'tis nothing else but sweat.
text_transcription: SHEILA THY BREECHES TORN BEHIND STAND GAPING WIDE THIS PETTY COAT SHALL SAVE THY DEAR BACKSIDE NOR NEED I BLUSH ALTHOUGH YOU FEEL IT WET DERMOT I VOW TIS NOTHING ELSE BUT SWEAT
phonemes: ʃˈiːlə ðˌaɪ bɹˈiːtʃᵻz, tˈɔːɹn bᵻhˈaɪnd, stˈænd ɡˈeɪpɪŋ wˈaɪd; ðɪs pˈɛɾɪkˌoʊt ʃˌæl sˈeɪv ðˌaɪ dˈɪɹ bˈæksaɪd; nˈɔːɹ nˈiːd aɪ blˈʌʃ; ɔːlðˈoʊ juː fˈiːl ɪt wˈɛt, dˈɜːmɑːt, aɪ vˈaʊ, tˈɪz nˈʌθɪŋ ˈɛls bˌʌt swˈɛt.