text_original: Your faction, when their game was new, Might want such noisy fools as you; But you, when all the show is past, Resolve to stand it out the last; Like Martin Marall,[2] gaping on, Not minding when the song is done. When all the bees are gone to settle, You clatter still your brazen kettle.
text_transcription: YOUR FACTION WHEN THEIR GAME WAS NEW MIGHT WANT SUCH NOISY FOOLS AS YOU BUT YOU WHEN ALL THE SHOW IS PAST RESOLVED TO STAND IT OUT THE LAST LIKE MARTIN MARYLL GAPING ON NOT MINDING WHEN THE SONG IS DONE WHEN ALL THE BEES ARE GONE TO SETTLE YOU CLATTER STILL YOUR BRAZEN KETTLE
phonemes: jʊɹ fˈækʃən, wˌɛn ðɛɹ ɡˈeɪm wʌz nˈuː, mˌaɪt wˈɔnt sˈʌtʃ nˈɔɪzi fˈuːlz æz juː; bˌʌt juː, wˌɛn ˈɔːl ðə ʃˈoʊ ɪz pˈæst, ɹᵻzˈɑːlv tə stˈænd ɪɾ ˈaʊt ðə lˈæst; lˈaɪk mˈɑːɹtɪn mˈæɹɔːl,[tˈuː] ɡˈeɪpɪŋ ˈɔn, nˌɑːt mˈaɪndɪŋ wɛn ðə sˈɔŋ ɪz dˈʌn. wˌɛn ˈɔːl ðə bˈiːz ɑːɹ ɡɔn tə sˈɛɾəl, juː klˈæɾɚ stˈɪl jʊɹ bɹˈeɪzən kˈɛɾəl.