text_original: What if, among the courtly tribe, You lost a place and saved a bribe? And then in surly mood came here, To fifteen hundred pounds a year, And fierce against the Whigs harangu'd? You never ventured to be hang'd. How dare you treat your betters thus? Are you to be compared with us?
text_transcription: WHAT IF AMONG THE COURTLY TRIBE YOU LOST A PLACE AND SAVED A BRIBE AND THEN IN SURLY MOOD CAME HERE TO FIFTEEN HUNDRED POUNDS A YEAR AND FIERCE AGAINST THE WHIGS HARANGUED YOU NEVER VENTURED TO BE HANGED HOW DARE YOU TREAT YOUR BETTERS THUS ARE YOU TO BE COMPARED WITH US
phonemes: wˌʌt ɪf, ɐmˌʌŋ ðə kˈɔːɹtli tɹˈaɪb, juː lˈɔst ɐ plˈeɪs ænd sˈeɪvd ɐ bɹˈaɪb? ænd ðˈɛn ɪn sˈɜːli mˈuːd kˈeɪm hˈɪɹ, tə fˈɪftiːn hˈʌndɹɪd pˈaʊndz ɐ jˈɪɹ, ænd fˈɪɹs ɐɡˈɛnst ðə wˈɪɡz hɚɹˈæŋɡuːd? juː nˈɛvɚ vˈɛntʃɚd təbi hˈæŋd. hˌaʊ dˈɛɹ juː tɹˈiːt jʊɹ bˈɛɾɚz ðˈʌs? ɑːɹ juː təbi kəmpˈɛɹd wɪð ˌʌs?