text_original: They'll sell to my grief As cheap as neck beef, For counters at cards to your wife; And every day Your children may play Span farthing or toss on the knife. Come hither and try, I'll teach you to buy A pot of good ale for a farthing; Come, threepence a score, I ask you no more, And a fig for the Drapier and Harding.
text_transcription: THEY'LL SELL TO MY GRIEF AS CHEAP AS NECK BEEF FOR COUNTERS AT CARDS TO YOUR WIFE AND EVERY DAY YOUR CHILDREN MAY PLAY SPAN FARTHING OR TOSS ON THE KNIFE COME HITHER AND TRY I'LL TEACH YOU TO BUY A POT OF GOOD ALE FOR A FARTHING COME THREEPENCE A SCORE I ASK YOU NO MORE AND A FIG FOR THE DRAPER AND HARDING
phonemes: ðeɪl sˈɛl tə maɪ ɡɹˈiːf æz tʃˈiːp æz nˈɛk bˈiːf, fɔːɹ kˈaʊntɚz æt kˈɑːɹdz tə jʊɹ wˈaɪf; ænd ˈɛvɹi dˈeɪ jʊɹ tʃˈɪldɹən mˈeɪ plˈeɪ spˈæn fˈɑːɹθɪŋ ɔːɹ tˈɔs ɔnðə nˈaɪf. kˈʌm hˈɪðɚ ænd tɹˈaɪ, aɪl tˈiːtʃ juː tə bˈaɪ ɐ pˈɑːt ʌv ɡˈʊd ˈeɪl fɚɹə fˈɑːɹθɪŋ; kˈʌm, θɹˈiːpəns ɐ skˈɔːɹ, aɪ ˈæsk juː nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ, ænd ɐ fˈɪɡ fɚðə dɹˈeɪpiɚ ænd hˈɑːɹdɪŋ.