text_original: There sit Clements, Dilks, and Carter;[19] Who for Hell would die a martyr. Such a triplet could you tell Where to find on this side Hell? Gallows Carter, Dilks, and Clements, Souse them in their own excrements. Every mischief's in their hearts; If they fail, 'tis want of parts. Bless us! Morgan,[20] art thou there, man? Bless mine eyes! art thou the chairman? Chairman to yon damn'd committee! Yet I look on thee with pity.
text_transcription: THERE SIT CLEMENTS DILKES AND CARTER WHO FOR HELL WOULD DIE A MARTYR SUCH A TRIPLET COULD YOU TELL WHERE TO FIND THIS SIDE OF HELL GALLOWS CARTER DILKES AND CLEMENTS SOUCE THEM IN THEIR OWN EXCREMENTS EVERY MISCHIEF'S IN THEIR HEARTS IF THEY FAIL TIS WANT OF PARTS BLESS US MORGAN ART THOU THERE MAN BLESS MINE EYES ART THOU THE CHAIRMAN CHAIRMAN TO YON DAMNED COMMITTEE YET I LOOK ON THEE WITH PITY
phonemes: ðɛɹ sˈɪt klˈɛmənts, dˈɪlks, ænd kˈɑːɹɾɚ;[nˈaɪntiːn] hˌuː fɔːɹ hˈɛl wʊd dˈaɪ ɐ mˈɑːɹɾɚ. sˈʌtʃ ɐ tɹˈɪplɪt kʊd juː tˈɛl wˌɛɹ tə fˈaɪnd ˌɔn ðɪs sˈaɪd hˈɛl? ɡˈæloʊz kˈɑːɹɾɚ, dˈɪlks, ænd klˈɛmənts, sˈaʊs ðˌɛm ɪn ðɛɹ ˈoʊn ˈɛkskɹɪmənts. ˈɛvɹi mˈɪstʃɪfs ɪn ðɛɹ hˈɑːɹts; ɪf ðeɪ fˈeɪl, tˈɪz wˈɔnt ʌv pˈɑːɹts. blˈɛs ˌʌs! mˈɔːɹɡən,[twˈɛnti] ˈɑːɹt ðˈaʊ ðˈɛɹ, mˈæn? blˈɛs mˈaɪn ˈaɪz! ˈɑːɹt ðˈaʊ ðə tʃˈɛɹmən? tʃˈɛɹmən tə jˈɑːn dˈæmd kəmˈɪɾi! jˈɛt aɪ lˈʊk ˌɔn ðiː wɪð pˈɪɾi.