text_original: Then, if you find the terms too hard, No longer my advice regard: But raise your fancy on the wing; The Irish senate's praises sing; How jealous of the nation's freedom, And for corruptions how they weed 'em; How each the public good pursues, How far their hearts from private views; Make all true patriots, up to shoe boys, Huzza their brethren at the Blue boys;[1] Thus grown a member of the club, No longer dread the rage of Grub.
text_transcription: THEN IF YOU FIND THE TERMS TOO HARD NO LONGER MY ADVICE REGARD BUT RAISE YOUR FANCY ON THE WING THE IRISH SENATE'S PRAISES SING HOW JEALOUS OF THE NATION'S FREEDOM AND FOR CORRUPTIONS HOW THEY WEED EM HOW EACH THE PUBLIC GOOD PURSUES HOW FAR THEIR HEARTS FROM PRIVATE VIEWS MAKE ALL TRUE PATRIOTS UP TO SHOE BOYS HUZAH THEIR BRETHREN AT THE BLUEBOYS THUS GROWN A MEMBER OF THE CLUB NO LONGER DREAD THE RAGE OF GRUB
phonemes: ðˈɛn, ɪf juː fˈaɪnd ðə tˈɜːmz tˈuː hˈɑːɹd, nˌoʊ lˈɑːŋɡɚ maɪ ɐdvˈaɪs ɹᵻɡˈɑːɹd: bˌʌt ɹˈeɪz jʊɹ fˈænsi ɔnðə wˈɪŋ; ðɪ ˈaɪɹɪʃ sˈɛnəts pɹˈeɪzᵻz sˈɪŋ; hˌaʊ dʒˈɛləs ʌvðə nˈeɪʃənz fɹˈiːdəm, ænd fɔːɹ kɚɹˈʌpʃənz hˌaʊ ðeɪ wˈiːd ˈɛm; hˌaʊ ˈiːtʃ ðə pˈʌblɪk ɡˈʊd pɚsˈuːz, hˌaʊ fˈɑːɹ ðɛɹ hˈɑːɹts fɹʌm pɹˈaɪvət vjˈuːz; mˌeɪk ˈɔːl tɹˈuː pˈeɪtɹɪəts, ˌʌp tə ʃˈuː bˈɔɪz, həzˈɑː ðɛɹ bɹˈɛðɹən æt ðə blˈuː bˈɔɪz;[wˈʌn] ðˈʌs ɡɹˈoʊn ɐ mˈɛmbɚɹ ʌvðə klˈʌb, nˌoʊ lˈɑːŋɡɚ dɹˈɛd ðə ɹˈeɪdʒ ʌv ɡɹˈʌb.