text_original: ON THE CHURCH'S DANGER Good Halifax and pious Wharton cry, The Church has vapours; there's no danger nigh. In those we love not, we no danger see, And were they hang'd, there would no danger be.
text_transcription: ON THE CHURCH'S DANGER GOOD HALIFAX AND PIOUS WHARTON CRY THE CHURCH HAS VAPOURS THERE'S NO DANGER NIGH IN THOSE WE LOVE NOUGHT WE NO DANGER SEE AND WERE THEY HANGED THERE WOULD NO DANGER BE
phonemes: ɔnðə tʃˈɜːtʃɪz dˈeɪndʒɚ ɡˈʊd hˈælɪfˌæks ænd pˈaɪəs wˈɔːɹtən kɹˈaɪ, ðə tʃˈɜːtʃ hɐz vˈeɪpɚz; ðɛɹz nˈoʊ dˈeɪndʒɚ nˈaɪ. ɪn ðoʊz wiː lˈʌv nˈɑːt, wiː nˈoʊ dˈeɪndʒɚ sˈiː, ænd wɜː ðeɪ hˈæŋd, ðɛɹ wʊd nˈoʊ dˈeɪndʒɚ bˈiː.