text_original: Though by the female side,[3] you proudly bring, To mend your breed, the murderer of a king: What was thy grandsire,[4] but a mountaineer, Who held a cabin for ten groats a year: Whose master Moore[5] preserved him from the halter, For stealing cows! nor could he read the Psalter!
text_transcription: THOUGH BY THE FEMALE SIDE YOU PROUDLY BRING TO MEND YOUR B BREED THE MURDERER OF A KING WHAT WAS THY GRANDSIRE BUT A MOUNTAINEER WHO HELD A CABIN FOR TEN GROATS A YEAR WHOSE MASTER MOOR PRESERVED HIM FROM THE HALTER FOR STEALING COWS NOR COULD HE READ THE PSALTER
phonemes: ðˌoʊ baɪ ðə fˈiːmeɪl sˈaɪd,[θɹˈiː] juː pɹˈaʊdli bɹˈɪŋ, tə mˈɛnd jʊɹ bɹˈiːd, ðə mˈɜːdɚɹɚɹ əvə kˈɪŋ: wˌʌt wʌz ðˌaɪ ɡɹˈændsaɪɚ,[fˈɔːɹ] bˌʌt ɐ mˌaʊntɪnˈɪɹ, hˌuː hˈɛld ɐ kˈæbɪn fɔːɹ tˈɛn ɡɹˈoʊts ɐ jˈɪɹ: hˌuːz mˈæstɚ mˈʊɹ[fˈaɪv] pɹɪzˈɜːvd hˌɪm fɹʌmðə hˈɔltɚ, fɔːɹ stˈiːlɪŋ kˈaʊz! nˈɔːɹ kʊd hiː ɹˈiːd ðə sˈɔltɚ!