text_original: Proving the earl a grand offender; And in a plot for the Pretender; Whose fleet, 'tis all our friends' opinion, Was then embarking at Avignon? _M_. These wrangling jars of Whig and Tory, Are stale and worn as Troy town story: The wrong, 'tis certain, you were both in, And now you find you fought for nothing.
text_transcription: PROVING THE EARL A GRAND OFFENDER AND IN A PLOT FOR THE PRETENDER WHOSE FLEET TIS ALL OUR FRIEND'S OPINION WAS THEN EMBARKING AT AVIGNION MULLANICH THESE WRANGLING JARS OF WIGANTORY ARE STALE AND WORN AS TROYTOWN STORY THE WRONG TIS CERTAIN YOU WERE BOTH IN AND NOW YOU FIND YOU FOUGHT FOR NOTHING
phonemes: pɹˈuːvɪŋ ðɪ ˈɜːl ɐ ɡɹˈænd əfˈɛndɚ; ænd ɪn ɐ plˈɑːt fɚðə pɹɪtˈɛndɚ; hˌuːz flˈiːt, tˈɪz ˈɔːl ˌaʊɚ fɹˈɛndz əpˈɪniən, wʌz ðˈɛn ɛmbˈɑːɹkɪŋ æɾ ˈævinjˌɑːn? ˈɛm. ðiːz ɹˈæŋɡəlɪŋ dʒˈɑːɹz ʌv wˈɪɡ ænd tˈɔːɹi, ɑːɹ stˈeɪl ænd wˈɔːɹn æz tɹˈɔɪ tˈaʊn stˈɔːɹi: ðə ɹˈɔŋ, tˈɪz sˈɜːʔn̩, juː wɜː bˈoʊθ ˈɪn, ænd nˈaʊ juː fˈaɪnd juː fˈɔːt fɔːɹ nˈʌθɪŋ.