text_original: I'll hold you a groat, when you wimble his bum, He'll bellow as loud as the de'il in a drum. From me, I declare you shall have no denial; And there can be no harm in making a trial: And when to the joy of your hearts he has roar'd, You may show him about for a new groaning board.
text_transcription: I'LL HOLD YOU A GROAT WHEN YOU WIMBLE HIS BUM HE'LL BELLOW AS LOUD AS THE DALE IN A DRUM FROM ME I DECLARE YOU SHALL HAVE NO DENIAL AND THERE CAN BE NO HARM IN MAKING A TRIAL AND WHEN TO THE JOY OF YOUR HEARTS HE HAS ROARED YOU MAY SHOW HIM ABOUT FOR A NEW GROANING BOARD
phonemes: aɪl hˈoʊld juː ɐ ɡɹˈoʊt, wˌɛn juː wˈɪmbəl hɪz bˈʌm, hiːl bˈɛloʊ æz lˈaʊd æz ðə dˈɛɪl ɪn ɐ dɹˈʌm. fɹʌm mˌiː, aɪ dᵻklˈɛɹ juː ʃˌæl hæv nˈoʊ dᵻnˈaɪəl; ænd ðɛɹ kæn biː nˈoʊ hˈɑːɹm ɪn mˌeɪkɪŋ ɐ tɹˈaɪəl: ænd wɛn tə ðə dʒˈɔɪ ʌv jʊɹ hˈɑːɹts hiː hɐz ɹˈɔːɹd, juː mˈeɪ ʃˈoʊ hˌɪm ɐbˌaʊt fɚɹə nˈuː ɡɹˈoʊnɪŋ bˈɔːɹd.