text_original: It was an unforeseen event; Things took a turn he never meant. Whoe'er excels in what we prize, Appears a hero in our eyes; Each girl, when pleased with what is taught, Will have the teacher in her thought. When miss delights in her spinet, A fiddler may a fortune get; A blockhead, with melodious voice, In boarding schools may have his choice: And oft the dancing master's art Climbs from the toe to touch the heart.
text_transcription: IT WAS AN UNFORESEEN EVENT THINGS TOOK A TURN HE NEVER MEANT WHOE'ER EXCELS IN WHAT WE PRIZE APPEARS A HERO IN OUR EYES EACH GIRL WHEN PLEASED WITH WHAT IS TAUGHT WILL HAVE THE TEACHER IN HER THOUGHT WHEN MIST DELIGHTS IN HER SPINET A FIDDLER MAY A FORTUNE GET A BLOCKHEAD WITH MELODIOUS VOICE IN BOARDING SCHOOLS MAY HAVE HIS CHOICE AND OFT THE DANCING MASTER'S ART CLIMBS FROM THE TOE TO TOUCH THE HEART
phonemes: ɪt wʌz ɐn ʌnfɔːɹsˈiːn ᵻvˈɛnt; θˈɪŋz tˈʊk ɐ tˈɜːn hiː nˈɛvɚ mˈɛnt. wˈoʊɚɹ ɛksˈɛlz ɪn wʌt wiː pɹˈaɪz, ɐpˈɪɹz ɐ hˈiəɹoʊ ɪn ˌaʊɚɹ ˈaɪz; ˈiːtʃ ɡˈɜːl, wˌɛn plˈiːzd wɪð wʌt ɪz tˈɔːt, wɪl hæv ðə tˈiːtʃɚɹ ɪn hɜː θˈɔːt. wˌɛn mˈɪs dᵻlˈaɪts ɪn hɜː spˈɪnɪt, ɐ fˈɪdlɚ mˈeɪ ɐ fˈɔːɹtʃʊn ɡˈɛt; ɐ blˈɑːkhɛd, wɪð mɛlˈoʊdiəs vˈɔɪs, ɪn bˈɔːɹdɪŋ skˈuːlz mˌeɪhɐv hɪz tʃˈɔɪs: ænd ˈɔft ðə dˈænsɪŋ mˈæstɚz ˈɑːɹt klˈaɪmz fɹʌmðə tˈoʊ tə tˈʌtʃ ðə hˈɑːɹt.