text_original: The captain, to show he is proud of the favour, Looks up to your window, and cocks up his beaver; (His beaver is cock'd: pray, madam, mark that, For a captain of horse never takes off his hat, Because he has never a hand that is idle, For the right holds the sword, and the left holds the bridle;) Then flourishes thrice his sword in the air, As a compliment due to a lady so fair; (How I tremble to think of the blood it has spilt!)
text_transcription: THE CAPTAIN TO SHOW HE IS PROUD OF THE FAVOUR LOOKS UP TO YOUR WINDOW AND COCKS UP HIS BEVER HIS BEAVER IS COCKED PRAY MADAM MARK THAT FOR A CAPTAIN OF OARS NEVER TAKES OFF HIS HAT BECAUSE HE HAS NEVER A HAND THAT IS IDLE FOR THE RIGHT HOLDS THE SWORD AND THE LEFT HOLDS THE BRIDLE THEN FLOURISHES THRICE HIS SWORD IN THE AIR AS A COMPLIMENT DUE TO A LADY SO FAIR OH I TREMBLE TO THINK OF THE BLOOD IT HAS SPILT
phonemes: ðə kˈæptɪn, tə ʃˈoʊ hiː ɪz pɹˈaʊd ʌvðə fˈeɪvɚ, lˈʊks ˌʌp tə jʊɹ wˈɪndoʊ, ænd kˈɑːks ˌʌp hɪz bˈiːvɚ; (hɪz bˈiːvɚɹ ɪz kˈɑːkd: pɹˈeɪ, mˈædəm, mˈɑːɹk ðˈæt, fɚɹə kˈæptɪn ʌv hˈɔːɹs nˈɛvɚ tˈeɪks ˈɔf hɪz hˈæt, bɪkˈʌz hiː hɐz nˈɛvɚɹ ɐ hˈænd ðæt ɪz ˈaɪdəl, fɚðə ɹˈaɪt hˈoʊldz ðə sˈɔːɹd, ænd ðə lˈɛft hˈoʊldz ðə bɹˈaɪdəl;) ðˈɛn flˈɜːɹɪʃᵻz θɹˈaɪs hɪz sˈɔːɹd ɪnðɪ ˈɛɹ, æz ɐ kˈɑːmplɪmənt dˈuː tʊ ɐ lˈeɪdi sˌoʊ fˈɛɹ; (hˌaʊ aɪ tɹˈɛmbəl tə θˈɪŋk ʌvðə blˈʌd ɪt hɐz spˈɪlt!)