text_original: The moral of the tale is pleasant, Himself the Lark, my lord the Pheasant: A lark he is, and such a lark As never came from Noah's ark: And though he had no other notion, But building, planning, and devotion; Though 'tis a maxim you must know, "Who does no ill can have no foe;" Yet how can I express in words The strange stupidity of birds? This Lark was hated in the wood, Because he did his brethren good.
text_transcription: THE MORAL OF THE TALE IS PLEASANT HIMSELF THE LARK MY LORD THE PHEASANT A LARK HE IS IN SUCH A LARK AS NEVER CAME FROM NOAH'S ARK AND THOUGH HE HAD NO OTHER NOTION BUT BUILDING PLANNING AND DEVOTION THOUGH TIS A MAXIM YOU MUST KNOW WHO DOES NO ILL CAN HAVE NO FOE YET HOW CAN I EXPRESS IN WORDS THE STRANGE STUPIDITY OF BIRDS THIS LARK WAS HATED IN THE WOOD BECAUSE HE DID HIS BRETHREN GOOD
phonemes: ðə mˈɔːɹəl ʌvðə tˈeɪl ɪz plˈɛzənt, hɪmsˈɛlf ðə lˈɑːɹk, maɪ lˈɔːɹd ðə fˈɛzənt: ɐ lˈɑːɹk hiː ɪz, ænd sˈʌtʃ ɐ lˈɑːɹk æz nˈɛvɚ kˈeɪm fɹʌm nˈoʊʌz ˈɑːɹk: ænd ðˌoʊ hiː hæd nˈoʊ ˈʌðɚ nˈoʊʃən, bˌʌt bˈɪldɪŋ, plˈænɪŋ, ænd dɪvˈoʊʃən; ðˌoʊ tˈɪz ɐ mˈæksɪm juː mˈʌst nˈoʊ, "hˌuː dˈʌz nˈoʊ ˈɪl kæn hæv nˈoʊ fˈoʊ;" jˈɛt hˌaʊ kæn aɪ ɛkspɹˈɛs ɪn wˈɜːdz ðə stɹˈeɪndʒ stuːpˈɪdᵻɾi ʌv bˈɜːdz? ðɪs lˈɑːɹk wʌz hˈeɪɾᵻd ɪnðə wˈʊd, bɪkˈʌz hiː dˈɪd hɪz bɹˈɛðɹən ɡˈʊd.