text_original: Whoever our trading with England would hinder, To inflame both the nations do plainly conspire, Because Irish linen will soon turn to tinder, And wool it is greasy, and quickly takes fire.
text_transcription: WHOEVER OUR TRADING WITH ENGLAND WOULD HINDER TO INFLAME BOTH THE NATIONS DO PLAINLY CONSPIRE BECAUSE IRISH LINEN WILL SOON TURN TO TINDER AND WOOLET IS GREASY AND QUICKLY TAKES FIRE
phonemes: huːˈɛvɚɹ ˌaʊɚ tɹˈeɪdɪŋ wɪð ˈɪŋɡlənd wʊd hˈɪndɚ, tʊ ɪnflˈeɪm bˈoʊθ ðə nˈeɪʃənz dˈuː plˈeɪnli kənspˈaɪɚ, bɪkˈʌz ˈaɪɹɪʃ lˈɪnɪn wɪl sˈuːn tˈɜːn tə tˈɪndɚ, ænd wˈʊl ɪɾ ɪz ɡɹˈiːzi, ænd kwˈɪkli tˈeɪks fˈaɪɚ.