text_original: But I'll tell the secret; and pray do not blab: He is an old stump, cut out of a crab; And England has put this crab to a hard use, To cudgel our bones, and for drink give us ver juice; And therefore his witnesses justly may boast, That none are more properly knights of the post, But here Mr. Wood complains that we mock, Though he may be a blockhead, he's no real block.
text_transcription: BUT I'LL TELL THE SECRET AND PRAY DO NOT BLAB HE IS AN OLD STUMP CUT OUT OF A CRAB AND ENGLAND HAS PUT THIS CRAB TO A HARD USE TO CUDGEL OUR BONES AND FOR DRINK GIVE US FOR JUICE AND THEREFORE HIS WITNESSES JUSTLY MAY BOAST THAT NONE ARE MORE PROPERLY KNIGHTS OF THE POST BUT HERE MISTER WOOD COMPLAINS THAT WE MOCK THOUGH HE MAY BE A BLOCKHEAD HE'S NO REAL BLOCK
phonemes: bˌʌt aɪl tˈɛl ðə sˈiːkɹᵻt; ænd pɹˈeɪ duːnˌɑːt blˈæb: hiː ɪz ɐn ˈoʊld stˈʌmp, kˈʌt ˌaʊɾəv ɐ kɹˈæb; ænd ˈɪŋɡlənd hɐz pˌʊt ðɪs kɹˈæb tʊ ɐ hˈɑːɹd jˈuːs, tə kˈʌdʒəl ˌaʊɚ bˈoʊnz, ænd fɔːɹ dɹˈɪŋk ɡˈɪv ˌʌs vˈɜː dʒˈuːs; ænd ðˈɛɹfɔːɹ hɪz wˈɪtnəsᵻz dʒˈʌstli mˈeɪ bˈoʊst, ðæt nˈʌn ɑːɹ mˈɔːɹ pɹˈɑːpɚli nˈaɪts ʌvðə pˈoʊst, bˌʌt hˈɪɹ mˈɪstɚ. wˈʊd kəmplˈeɪnz ðæt wiː mˈɑːk, ðˌoʊ hiː mˈeɪ biː ɐ blˈɑːkhɛd, hiːz nˈoʊ ɹˈiːəl blˈɑːk.