text_original: VERSES ON THE UPRIGHT JUDGE, WHO CONDEMNED THE DRAPIER'S PRINTER The church I hate, and have good reason, For there my grandsire cut his weasand: He cut his weasand at the altar; I keep my gullet for the halter.
text_transcription: T ORGANS ON THE UPRIGHT JUDGE WHO CONDEMNED THE DRAPER'S PRINTER THE CHURCH I HATE AND HAVE GOOD REASON FOR THERE MY GRANDSIRE CUT HIS WEASON HE CUT HIS WEASONED AT THE ALTAR I KEEP MY GULLET FOR THE HALTER
phonemes: vˈɜːsᵻz ɔnðɪ ˈʌpɹaɪt dʒˈʌdʒ, hˌuː kəndˈɛmd ðə dɹˈeɪpiɚz pɹˈɪntɚ ðə tʃˈɜːtʃ aɪ hˈeɪt, ænd hæv ɡˈʊd ɹˈiːzən, fɔːɹ ðɛɹ maɪ ɡɹˈændsaɪɚ kˈʌt hɪz wˈɛzænd: hiː kˈʌt hɪz wˈɛzænd æt ðɪ ˈɔltɚ; aɪ kˈiːp maɪ ɡˈʌlɪt fɚðə hˈɔltɚ.