text_original: There you shall see a raree show Will make you scorn this world below, When you behold the milky way, As white as snow, as bright as day; The glittering constellations roll About the grinding arctic pole; The lovely tingling in your ears, Wrought by the music of the spheres   Your spouse shall then no longer hector, You need not fear a curtain lecture; Nor shall she think that she is undone For quitting her beloved London.
text_transcription: THERE YOU SHALL SEE A RAREY SHOW WILL MAKE YOU SCORN THIS WORLD BELOW WHEN YOU BEHOLD THE MILKY WAY AS WHITE AS SNOW AS BRIGHT AS DAY THE GLITTERING CONSTELLATIONS ROLL ABOUT THE GRINDING ARCTIC POLE THE LOVELY TINGLING IN YOUR EARS WROUGHT BY THE MUSIC OF THE SPHERES YOUR SPOUSE SHALL THEN NO LONGER HECTOR YOU NEED NOT FEAR A CURTAINED LECTURE NOR SHALL SHE THINK THAT SHE IS UNDONE FOR QUITTING HER BELOVED LONDON
phonemes: ðɛɹ juː ʃˌæl sˈiː ɐ ɹˈæɹiː ʃˈoʊ wɪl mˌeɪk juː skˈɔːɹn ðɪs wˈɜːld bᵻlˈoʊ, wˌɛn juː bᵻhˈoʊld ðə mˈɪlki wˈeɪ, æz wˈaɪt æz snˈoʊ, æz bɹˈaɪt æz dˈeɪ; ðə ɡlˈɪɾɚɹɪŋ kˌɑːnstɪlˈeɪʃənz ɹˈoʊl ɐbˌaʊt ðə ɡɹˈaɪndɪŋ ˈɑːɹktɪk pˈoʊl; ðə lˈʌvli tˈɪŋɡəlɪŋ ɪn jʊɹ ˈɪɹz, ɹˈɔːt baɪ ðə mjˈuːzɪk ʌvðə sfˈɪɹz jʊɹ spˈaʊs ʃˌæl ðˈɛn nˌoʊ lˈɑːŋɡɚ hˈɛktɚ, juː nˈiːd nˌɑːt fˈɪɹ ɐ kˈɜːtən lˈɛktʃɚ; nˈɔːɹ ʃˌæl ʃiː θˈɪŋk ðæt ʃiː ɪz ʌndˈʌn fɔːɹ kwˈɪɾɪŋ hɜː bᵻlˈʌvd lˈʌndən.