text_original: But, O! how we laugh, To see a wild calf Come, driven by heat, And foul the green seat; Or run helter skelter, To his arbour for shelter, Where all goes to ruin The Dean has been doing: The girls of the village Come flocking for pillage, Pull down the fine briers And thorns to make fires; But yet are so kind To leave something behind: No more need be said on't, I smell when I tread on't.
text_transcription: BUT OH HOW WE LAUGH TO SEE A WILD CALF COME DRIVEN BY HEAT AND FOUL THE GREEN SEAT OR RUN HELTER SKELTER TO HIS ARBOR FOR SHELTER WHERE ALL GOES TO RUIN THE DEAN HAS BEEN DOING THE GIRLS OF THE VILLAGE COME FLOCKING FOR PILLAGE PULL DOWN THE FINE BRIARS AND THORNS TO MAKE FIRES BUT YET ARE SO KIND TO LEAVE SOMETHING BEHIND NO MORE NEED BE SAID AUNT I SMELL WHEN I TREAD ON
phonemes: bˌʌt, ˈoʊ! hˌaʊ wiː lˈæf, tə sˈiː ɐ wˈaɪld kˈæf kˈʌm, dɹˈɪvən baɪ hˈiːt, ænd fˈaʊl ðə ɡɹˈiːn sˈiːt; ɔːɹ ɹˈʌn hˈɛltɚ skˈɛltɚ, tə hɪz ˈɑːɹbɚ fɔːɹ ʃˈɛltɚ, wˌɛɹ ˈɔːl ɡoʊz tə ɹˈuːɪn ðə dˈiːn hˈæzbiːn dˈuːɪŋ: ðə ɡˈɜːlz ʌvðə vˈɪlɪdʒ kˈʌm flˈɑːkɪŋ fɔːɹ pˈɪlɪdʒ, pˈʊl dˌaʊn ðə fˈaɪn bɹˈaɪɚz ænd θˈɔːɹnz tə mˌeɪk fˈaɪɚz; bˌʌt jˈɛt ɑːɹ sˌoʊ kˈaɪnd tə lˈiːv sˈʌmθɪŋ bᵻhˈaɪnd: nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ nˈiːd biː sˈɛd ˈɑːnt, aɪ smˈɛl wɛn aɪ tɹˈɛd ˈɑːnt.