text_original: Thou fool, I ne'er do things by halves, Farthings are made for Irish slaves; No brass for me, it must be gold, Or fifty pounds in silver told, That can by any means obtain Freedom for thee and for thy train."
text_transcription: THOU FOOL I NE'ER DO THINGS BY HALVES FARTHINGS ARE MADE FOR IRISH SLAVES NO BRASS FOR ME IT MUST BE GOLD OR FIFTY POUNDS IN SILVER TOLD THAT CAN BY ANY MEANS OBTAIN FREEDOM FOR THEE AND FOR THY TRAIN
phonemes: ðˈaʊ fˈuːl, aɪ nˈɛɹ dˈuː θˈɪŋz baɪ hˈævz, fˈɑːɹθɪŋz ɑːɹ mˌeɪd fɔːɹ ˈaɪɹɪʃ slˈeɪvz; nˈoʊ bɹˈæs fɔːɹ mˌiː, ɪt mˈʌst biː ɡˈoʊld, ɔːɹ fˈɪfti pˈaʊndz ɪn sˈɪlvɚ tˈoʊld, ðæt kæn baɪ ˌɛni mˈiːnz əbtˈeɪn fɹˈiːdəm fɔːɹ ðiː ænd fɔːɹ ðˌaɪ tɹˈeɪn."