text_original: She sent her priests in wooden shoes From haughty Gaul to make ragouts; Instead of wholesome bread and cheese, To dress their soups and fricassees; And, for our home bred British cheer, Botargo, catsup, and caviare. This bloated harpy, sprung from hell, Confined thee, goddess, to a cell: Sprung from her womb that impious line, Contemners of thy rites divine.
text_transcription: SHE SENT HER PRIESTS IN WOODEN SHOES FROM HAUGHTY GALL TO MAKE RAGOUT INSTEAD OF WHOLESOME BREAD AND CHEESE TO DRESS THEIR SOUPS AND FRICASES AND FOR OUR HOME BRED BRITISH CHEER PUTTARAGO CATSUP AND CAVIER THIS BLOATED HARPY SPRUNG FROM HELL CONFINED THEE GODDESS TO A CELL SPRUNG FROM HER WOMB THAT IMPIOUS LINE CONTEMPERS OF THY RIGHTS DIVINE
phonemes: ʃiː sˈɛnt hɜː pɹˈiːsts ɪn wˈʊdən ʃˈuːz fɹʌm hˈɔːɾi ɡˈɔːl tə mˌeɪk ɹˈæɡaʊts; ɪnstˈɛd ʌv hˈoʊlsʌm bɹˈɛd ænd tʃˈiːz, tə dɹˈɛs ðɛɹ sˈuːps ænd fɹˈɪkɐsˌeɪz; ænd, fɔːɹ ˌaʊɚ hˈoʊm bɹˈɛd bɹˈɪɾɪʃ tʃˈɪɹ, bətˈɑːɹɡoʊ, kˈætʃəp, ænd kˈævɪˌɑːɹ. ðɪs blˈoʊɾᵻd hˈɑːɹpi, spɹˈʌŋ fɹʌm hˈɛl, kənfˈaɪnd ðˈiː, ɡˈɑːdəs, tʊ ɐ sˈɛl: spɹˈʌŋ fɹʌm hɜː wˈuːm ðæt ɪmpˈiəs lˈaɪn, kəntˈɛmnɚz ʌv ðˌaɪ ɹˈaɪts dᵻvˈaɪn.