text_original: ONE OF HIS GRACE'S FARMERS IN FINGAL I sing not of the Drapier's praise, nor yet of William Wood, But I sing of a famous lord, who seeks his country's good; Lord William's grace of Dublin town, 'tis he that first appears, Whose wisdom and whose piety do far exceed his years.
text_transcription: ONE OF HIS GRACE'S FARMERS IN FINGAL I SING NOT OF THE DRAPER'S PRAISE NOR YET OF WILLIAM WOOD BUT I SING OF A FAMOUS LORD WHO SEEKS HIS COUNTRY'S GOOD LORD WILLIAM'S GRACE OF DUBLIN TOWN TIS HE THAT FIRST APPEARS WHOSE WISDOM AND WHOSE PIETY DO FAR EXCEED HIS YEARS
phonemes: wˈʌn ʌv hɪz ɡɹˈeɪsᵻz fˈɑːɹmɚz ɪn fˈɪŋɡəl aɪ sˈɪŋ nˌɑːt ʌvðə dɹˈeɪpiɚz pɹˈeɪz, nˈɔːɹ jˈɛt ʌv wˈɪljəm wˈʊd, bˌʌt aɪ sˈɪŋ əvə fˈeɪməs lˈɔːɹd, hˌuː sˈiːks hɪz kˈʌntɹiz ɡˈʊd; lˈɔːɹd wˈɪljəmz ɡɹˈeɪs ʌv dˈʌblɪn tˈaʊn, tˈɪz hiː ðæt fˈɜːst ɐpˈɪɹz, hˌuːz wˈɪzdəm ænd hˌuːz pˈaɪəɾi dˈuː fˈɑːɹ ɛksˈiːd hɪz jˈɪɹz.