text_original: That's but a trifle among friends. Your hero now another Mars is, Makes mighty armies turn their a  s: Behold his glittering falchion mow Whole squadrons at a single blow; While Victory, with wings outspread, Flies, like an eagle, o'er his head; His milk white steed upon its haunches, Or pawing into dead men's paunches; As Overton has drawn his sire, Still seen o'er many an alehouse fire.
text_transcription: THAT'S BUT A TRIFLE AMONG FRIENDS YOUR HERO NOW ANOTHER MARS IS MAKES MIGHTY ARMIES TURN THEIR ARSES BEHOLD HIS GLITTERING FALCON MOLD SQUADRONS AT A SINGLE BLOW WHILE VICTORY WITH WINGS OUTSPREAD FLIES LIKE AN EAGLE O'ER HIS HEAD HIS MILK WHITE STEED UPON ITS HAUNCHES OR PAWING INTO DEAD MEN'S PAUNCHES AS OVERTON HAS DRAWN HIS SIRE STILL SEEN O'ER MANY AN ALE HOUSE FIRE
phonemes: ðæts bˌʌt ɐ tɹˈaɪfəl ɐmˌʌŋ fɹˈɛndz. jʊɹ hˈiəɹoʊ nˈaʊ ɐnˈʌðɚ mˈɑːɹz ɪz, mˌeɪks mˈaɪɾi ˈɑːɹmiz tˈɜːn ðɛɹ ɐ ˈɛs: bᵻhˈoʊld hɪz ɡlˈɪɾɚɹɪŋ fˈælʃən mˈoʊ hˈoʊl skwˈɑːdɹənz æɾə sˈɪŋɡəl blˈoʊ; wˌaɪl vˈɪktɚɹi, wɪð wˈɪŋz aʊtspɹˈɛd, flˈaɪz, lˈaɪk ɐn ˈiːɡəl, ˈɔːɹ hɪz hˈɛd; hɪz mˈɪlk wˈaɪt stˈiːd əpˌɑːn ɪts hˈɔːntʃᵻz, ɔːɹ pˈɔːɪŋ ˌɪntʊ dˈɛd mˈɛnz pˈɔːntʃᵻz; æz ˈoʊvɚtən hɐz dɹˈɔːn hɪz sˈaɪɚ, stˈɪl sˈiːn ˈɔːɹ mˈɛni ɐn ˈeɪlhaʊs fˈaɪɚ.