text_original: Why ever in these raging fits, Damning to hell the Jacobites? When if you search the kingdom round, There's hardly twenty to be found; No, not among the priests and friars     _T_. 'Twixt you and me, G  d d  n the liars!
text_transcription: WHY EVER IN THESE RAGING FITS DAMMING TO HELL THE JACOBITS WHEN IF YOU SEARCH THE KINGDOM ROUND THERE'S HARDLY TWENTY TO BE FOUND NO NOT AMONG THE PRIESTS AND FRIARS TIMOTHY TWIXT YOU AND ME GOD DAMN THE LIARS
phonemes: wˌaɪ ˈɛvɚɹ ɪn ðiːz ɹˈeɪdʒɪŋ fˈɪts, dˈæmɪŋ tə hˈɛl ðə dʒˈækəbˌaɪts? wˌɛn ɪf juː sˈɜːtʃ ðə kˈɪŋdəm ɹˈaʊnd, ðɛɹz hˈɑːɹdli twˈɛnti təbi fˈaʊnd; nˈoʊ, nˌɑːt ɐmˌʌŋ ðə pɹˈiːsts ænd fɹˈaɪɚz tˈiː. twˈɪkst juː ænd mˌiː, dʒˈiː dˈiː dˈiː ˈɛn ðə lˈaɪɚz!