text_original: He caught me one morning coquetting his wife, But he maul'd me, I ne'er was so maul'd in my life: [10] So I took to the road, and, what's very odd, The first man I robb'd was a parson, by G  . Now, madam, you'll think it a strange thing to say, But the sight of a book makes me sick to this day.
text_transcription: HE CAUGHT ME ONE MORNING COQUETTING HIS WIFE BUT HE MULLED ME I NE'ER WAS SO MAULLED IN MY LIFE SO I TOOK TO THE ROAD AND WHAT'S VERY ODD THE FIRST MAN I ROBBED WAS A PARSON BY GOD NOW MADAM YOU'LL THINK IT A STRANGE THING TO SAY BUT THE SIGHT OF A BOOK MAKES ME SICK TO THIS DAY
phonemes: hiː kˈɔːt mˌiː wˈʌn mˈɔːɹnɪŋ kəkˈɛɾɪŋ hɪz wˈaɪf, bˌʌt hiː mˈɔːld mˌiː, aɪ nˈɛɹ wʌz sˌoʊ mˈɔːld ɪn maɪ lˈaɪf: [tˈɛn] sˌoʊ aɪ tˈʊk tə ðə ɹˈoʊd, ænd, wˌʌts vˈɛɹi ˈɑːd, ðə fˈɜːst mˈæn aɪ ɹˈɑːbd wʌzɐ pˈɑːɹsən, baɪ dʒˈiː  . nˈaʊ, mˈædəm, juːl θˈɪŋk ɪɾ ɐ stɹˈeɪndʒ θˈɪŋ tə sˈeɪ, bˌʌt ðə sˈaɪt əvə bˈʊk mˌeɪks mˌiː sˈɪk tə ðɪs dˈeɪ.