text_original: B._] AN EXCELLENT NEW SONG[1] UPON THE LATE GRAND JURY Poor Monsieur his conscience preserved for a year, Yet in one hour he lost it, 'tis known far and near; To whom did he lose it?  A judge or a peer.[2] Which nobody can deny.
text_transcription: T ORGAN AN EXCELLENT NEW SONG UPON THE LATE GRAND JURY POOR MONSIEUR HIS CONSCIENCE PRESERVED FOR A YEAR YET IN ONE HOUR HE LOST IT TIS KNOWN FAR AND NEAR TO WHOM DID HE LOSE IT A JUDGE OR A PEER WHICH NOBODY CAN DENY
phonemes: bˈiː.] ɐn ˈɛksələnt nˈuː sˈɔŋ[wˈʌn] əpˌɑːn ðə lˈeɪt ɡɹˈænd dʒˈʊɹɹi pˈʊɹ məsjˈɜː hɪz kˈɑːnʃəns pɹɪzˈɜːvd fɚɹə jˈɪɹ, jˈɛt ɪn wˈʌn ˈaʊɚ hiː lˈɔst ɪt, tˈɪz nˈoʊn fˈɑːɹ ænd nˈɪɹ; tə hˈuːm dˈɪd hiː lˈuːz ɪt?  ɐ dʒˈʌdʒ ɔːɹ ɐ pˈɪɹ.[tˈuː] wˌɪtʃ nˈoʊbɑːdi kæn dᵻnˈaɪ.