text_original: Though you should live like old Methusalem, I furnish hints and you shall use all 'em, You yearly sing as she grows old, You'd leave her virtues half untold. But, to say truth, such dulness reigns, Through the whole set of Irish deans, I'm daily stunn'd with such a medley, Dean White, Dean Daniel, and Dean Smedley, That, let what dean soever come, My orders are, I'm not at home; And if your voice had not been loud, You must have pass'd among the crowd.
text_transcription: THOUGH YOU SHOULD LIVE LIKE OLD METHUSEM I FURNISH HINTS AND YOU SHALL USE ALL EM YOU YEARLY SING AS SHE GROWS OLD YOU'D LEAVE HER VIRTUES HALF UNTOLD BUT TO SAY TRUTH SUCH DULNESS REIGNS THROUGH THE WHOLE SET OF IRISH DANES I'M DAILY STUNNED WITH SUCH A MEDLEY DEAN WHITE DEAN DANIEL AND DEAN SMEDLEY THAT LET WHAT DEED SOEVER COME MY ORDERS ARE I'M NOT AT HOME AND IF YOUR VOICE HAD NOT BEEN LOUD YOU MUST HAVE PASSED AMONG THE CROWD
phonemes: ðˌoʊ juː ʃˌʊd lˈɪv lˈaɪk ˈoʊld mˈɛθjuːzˌeɪləm, aɪ fˈɜːnɪʃ hˈɪnts ænd juː ʃˌæl jˈuːz ˈɔːl ˈɛm, juː jˈɪɹli sˈɪŋ æz ʃiː ɡɹˈoʊz ˈoʊld, juːd lˈiːv hɜː vˈɜːtʃuːz hˈæf ʌntˈoʊld. bˌʌt, tə sˈeɪ tɹˈuːθ, sˈʌtʃ dˈʌlnəs ɹˈeɪnz, θɹuː ðə hˈoʊl sˈɛt ʌv ˈaɪɹɪʃ dˈiːnz, aɪm dˈeɪli stˈʌnd wɪð sˈʌtʃ ɐ mˈɛdli, dˈiːn wˈaɪt, dˈiːn dˈænjəl, ænd dˈiːn smˈɛdli, ðˈæt, lˈɛt wʌt dˈiːn sˌoʊˈɛvɚ kˈʌm, maɪ ˈɔːɹdɚz ɑːɹ, aɪm nˌɑːt æt hˈoʊm; ænd ɪf jʊɹ vˈɔɪs hæd nˌɑːt bˌɪn lˈaʊd, juː mˈʌstɐv pˈæsd ɐmˌʌŋ ðə kɹˈaʊd.