text_original: Dear madam, whene'er of a barrack I think, An I were to be hang'd, I can't sleep a wink: For if a new crotchet comes into my brain, I can't get it out, though I'd never so fain. I fancy already a barrack contrived At Hamilton's bawn, and the troop is arrived; Of this to be sure, Sir Arthur has warning, And waits on the captain betimes the next morning.
text_transcription: DEAR MADAM WHEN HEAR OF A BARRACK I THINK AND I WERE TO BE ANGED I CAN'T SLEEP A WINK FOR IF A NEW CROTCHIT COMES INTO MY BRAIN I CAN'T GET IT OUT THOUGH I'D NEVER SO FAIN I FANCY ALREADY A BARRACK CONTRIVED AT AMILTON'S BON AND THE TROOP IS ARRIVED OF THIS TO BE SURE SIR ARTHUR HAS WARNING AND WAITS ON THE CAPTAIN BETIMES THE NEXT MORNING
phonemes: dˈɪɹ mˈædəm, wˈɛnɛɹ əvə bˈɛɹək aɪ θˈɪŋk, ɐn aɪ wɜː təbi hˈæŋd, aɪ kˈænt slˈiːp ɐ wˈɪŋk: fɔːɹ ɪf ɐ nˈuː kɹˈɑːtʃɪt kˈʌmz ˌɪntʊ maɪ bɹˈeɪn, aɪ kˈænt ɡɛt ɪɾ ˈaʊt, ðˌoʊ aɪd nˈɛvɚ sˌoʊ fˈeɪn. aɪ fˈænsi ɔːlɹˌɛdi ɐ bˈɛɹək kəntɹˈaɪvd æt hˈæməltənz bˈɔːn, ænd ðə tɹˈuːp ɪz ɚɹˈaɪvd; ʌv ðɪs təbi ʃˈʊɹ, sˌɜːɹ ˈɑːɹθɚ hɐz wˈɔːɹnɪŋ, ænd wˈeɪts ɔnðə kˈæptɪn bᵻtˈaɪmz ðə nˈɛkst mˈɔːɹnɪŋ.