text_original: But, lest you should my skill disgrace, Come back before you're out of case; For if to Michaelmas you stay, The new born flesh will melt away; The 'squires in scorn will fly the house For better game, and look for grouse; But here, before the frost can mar it, We'll make it firm with beef and claret.
text_transcription: BUT LEST YOU SHOULD MY SKILLED DISGRACE COME BACK BEFORE YOU'RE OUT OF CASE FOR IF TO MICHAELMAS YOU STAY THE NEWBORN FLESH WILL MELT AWAY THE SQUIRES IN SCORN WILL FLY THE HOUSE FOR BETTER GAME AND LOOK FOR GROUSE BUT HERE BEFORE THE FROST CAN MERIT WILL MAKE IT FIRM WITH BEEF AND CLARET
phonemes: bˌʌt, lˈɛst juː ʃˌʊd maɪ skˈɪl dɪsɡɹˈeɪs, kˈʌm bˈæk bᵻfˌɔːɹ jʊɹ ˌaʊɾəv kˈeɪs; fɔːɹ ɪf tə mˈaɪkəlməz juː stˈeɪ, ðə nˈuː bˈɔːɹn flˈɛʃ wɪl mˈɛlt ɐwˈeɪ; ðə skwˈaɪɚz ɪn skˈɔːɹn wɪl flˈaɪ ðə hˈaʊs fɔːɹ bˈɛɾɚ ɡˈeɪm, ænd lˈʊk fɔːɹ ɡɹˈaʊs; bˌʌt hˈɪɹ, bᵻfˌɔːɹ ðə fɹˈɔst kæn mˈɑːɹ ɪt, wiːl mˌeɪk ɪt fˈɜːm wɪð bˈiːf ænd klˈæɹət.