text_original: Young Harry, as all Europe knows, Was long the quintessence of beaux; But, when espoused, he ran the fate That must attend the married state; From gold brocade and shining armour, Was metamorphosed to a farmer; His grazier's coat with dirt besmear'd; Nor twice a week will shave his beard.
text_transcription: YOUNG HARRY AS ALL EUROPE KNOWS WAS LONG THE QUINTESCENCE OF BOWS BUT WHEN ESPOUSED HE RAN THE FATE THAT MUST ATTEND THE MARRIED STATE FROM GOLD BROCADE AND SHINING ARMOUR WAS METAMORPHOSED TO A FARMER HIS GRAZIER'S COAT WITH DIRT BESMEARED NOR TWICE A WEEK WILL SHAVE HIS BEARD
phonemes: jˈʌŋ hˈæɹi, æz ˈɔːl jˈʊɹɹəp nˈoʊz, wʌz lˈɔŋ ðə kwˈɪntɛsəns ʌv bˈoʊ; bˌʌt, wˌɛn ɛspˈaʊst, hiː ɹˈæn ðə fˈeɪt ðæt mˈʌst ɐtˈɛnd ðə mˈæɹid stˈeɪt; fɹʌm ɡˈoʊld bɹəkˈeɪd ænd ʃˈaɪnɪŋ ˈɑːɹmɚ, wʌz mˌɛɾəmˈɔːɹfoʊzd tʊ ɐ fˈɑːɹmɚ; hɪz ɡɹˈeɪziɚz kˈoʊt wɪð dˈɜːt bᵻsmˈɪɹd; nˈɔːɹ twˈaɪs ɐ wˈiːk wɪl ʃˈeɪv hɪz bˈɪɹd.