text_original: To shorten my tale, (for I hate a long story,) The captain at dinner appears in his glory; The dean and the doctor[8] have humbled their pride, For the captain's entreated to sit by your side; And, because he's their betters, you carve for him first; The parsons for envy are ready to burst.
text_transcription: TO SHORTEN MY TALE FOR I ATE A LONG STORY THE CAPTAIN AT DINNER APPEARS IN HIS GLORY THE DEAN AND THE DOCTOR HAVE HUMBLED THEIR PRIDE FOR THE CAPTAIN'S ENTREATED TO SIT BY YOUR SIDE AND BECAUSE HE'S THERE BETTERS YOU CARVE FOR HIM FIRST THE PARSONS FOR ENVY ARE READY TO BURST
phonemes: tə ʃˈɔːɹʔn̩ maɪ tˈeɪl, (fɔːɹ aɪ hˈeɪt ɐ lˈɔŋ stˈɔːɹi,) ðə kˈæptɪn æt dˈɪnɚɹ ɐpˈɪɹz ɪn hɪz ɡlˈɔːɹi; ðə dˈiːn ænd ðə dˈɑːktɚ[ˈeɪt] hæv hˈʌmbəld ðɛɹ pɹˈaɪd, fɚðə kˈæptɪnz ɛntɹˈiːɾᵻd tə sˈɪt baɪ jʊɹ sˈaɪd; ænd, bɪkˈʌz hiːz ðɛɹ bˈɛɾɚz, juː kˈɑːɹv fɔːɹ hˌɪm fˈɜːst; ðə pˈɑːɹsənz fɔːɹ ˈɛnvi ɑːɹ ɹˈɛdi tə bˈɜːst.