text_original: Then what a huge delight were all in, To see the wicked varlet sprawling; They search'd his pockets on the place, And found his copper all was base; They laugh'd at such an Irish blunder, To take the noise of brass for thunder.
text_transcription: THEN WHAT A HUGE DELIGHT WE'RE ALL IN TO SEE THE WICKED VARLET SPRAWLING THEY SEARCHED HIS POCKETS ON THE PLACE AND FOUND HIS COPPER ALL WAS BASE THEY LAUGHED AT SUCH AN IRISH BLUNDER TO TAKE THE NOISE OF BRASS FOR THUNDER
phonemes: ðˈɛn wʌt ɐ hjˈuːdʒ dᵻlˈaɪt wɜːɹ ˈɔːl ˈɪn, tə sˈiː ðə wˈɪkᵻd vˈɑːɹlɪt spɹˈɔːlɪŋ; ðeɪ sˈɜːtʃd hɪz pˈɑːkɪts ɔnðə plˈeɪs, ænd fˈaʊnd hɪz kˈɑːpɚɹ ˈɔːl wʌz bˈeɪs; ðeɪ lˈæfd æt sˈʌtʃ ɐn ˈaɪɹɪʃ blˈʌndɚ, tə tˈeɪk ðə nˈɔɪz ʌv bɹˈæs fɔːɹ θˈʌndɚ.