text_original: _ So the famous Tom Leigh[3], when quite run a ground, Comes off by out laughing the company round: In every vile pamphlet you'll read the same fancies, Having thus overthrown all our farther advances. My offers of peace you ill understood; Friend Sheridan, when will you know your own good?
text_transcription: SO THE FAMOUS TOM LEE WHEN QUITE RUN AGROUND COMES OFF BY OUTLAUGHING THE COMPANY ROUND IN EVERY VILE PAMPHLET YOU'LL READ THE SAME FANCIES HAVING THUS OVERTHROWN ALL OUR FARTHER ADVANCES MY OFFICE OF PEACE YOU ILL UNDERSTOOD FRIEND SHERIDAN WHEN WILL YOU KNOW YOUR OWN GOOD
phonemes: sˌoʊ ðə fˈeɪməs tˈɑːm lˈiː[θɹˈiː], wˌɛn kwˈaɪt ɹˈʌn ɐ ɡɹˈaʊnd, kˈʌmz ˈɔf baɪ ˈaʊt lˈæfɪŋ ðə kˈʌmpəni ɹˈaʊnd: ɪn ˈɛvɹi vˈaɪl pˈæmflɪt juːl ɹˈiːd ðə sˈeɪm fˈænsiz, hˌævɪŋ ðˈʌs ˌoʊvɚθɹˈoʊn ˈɔːl ˌaʊɚ fˈɑːɹðɚɹ ɐdvˈænsᵻz. maɪ ˈɔfɚz ʌv pˈiːs juː ˈɪl ˌʌndɚstˈʊd; fɹˈɛnd ʃˈɛɹɪdən, wˌɛn wɪl juː nˈoʊ jʊɹ ˈoʊn ɡˈʊd?