text_original: And here's a pair of leathern pokes, To hold your cares for other folks. Here from this barrel you may broach A peck of troubles for a coach. This ball of wax your ears will darken, Still to be curious, never hearken. Lest you the town may have less trouble in Bring all your Quilca's [3] cares to Dublin, For which he sends this empty sack; And so take all upon your back.
text_transcription: AND HERE'S A PAIR OF LEATHERN POKES TO HOLD YOUR CARES FOR OTHER FOLKS HERE FROM THIS BARREL YOU MAY BROOCH A PECK OF TROUBLES FOR A COACH THIS BALL OF WAX YOUR EARS WILL DARKEN STILL TO BE CURIOUS NEVER HEARKEN LEST YOU THE TOWN MAY HAVE LESS TROUBLE IN BRING ALL YOUR QUILCAS CARES TO DUBLIN FOR WHICH HE SENDS THIS EMPTY SACK AND SO TAKE ALL UPON YOUR BACK
phonemes: ænd hˈɪɹz ɐ pˈɛɹ ʌv lˈɛðɚn pˈoʊks, tə hˈoʊld jʊɹ kˈɛɹz fɔːɹ ˈʌðɚ fˈoʊks. hˈɪɹ fɹʌm ðɪs bˈæɹəl juː mˈeɪ bɹˈoʊtʃ ɐ pˈɛk ʌv tɹˈʌbəlz fɚɹə kˈoʊtʃ. ðɪs bˈɔːl ʌv wˈæks jʊɹ ˈɪɹz wɪl dˈɑːɹkən, stˈɪl təbi kjˈʊɹɹiəs, nˈɛvɚ hˈɑːɹkən. lˈɛst juː ðə tˈaʊn mˌeɪhɐv lˈɛs tɹˈʌbəl ɪn bɹˈɪŋ ˈɔːl jʊɹ kwˈɪlkəz [θɹˈiː] kˈɛɹz tə dˈʌblɪn, fɔːɹ wˌɪtʃ hiː sˈɛndz ðɪs ˈɛmpti sˈæk; ænd sˌoʊ tˈeɪk ˈɔːl əpˌɑːn jʊɹ bˈæk.