text_original: If he but chance to breathe a song, (He seldom sang, and never long,) The noisy, rude, malignant crowd, Where it was high, pronounced it loud: Plain Truth was Pride; and, what was sillier, Easy and Friendly was Familiar.
text_transcription: IF HE BUT CHANCED TO BREATHE A SONG HE SELDOM SANG AND NEVER LONG THE NOISY RUDE MALIGNANT CROWD WHERE IT WAS HIGH PRONOUNCED IT LOUD PLAIN TRUTH WAS PRIDE AND WHAT WAS SILLIER EASY AND FRIENDLY WAS FAMILIAR
phonemes: ɪf hiː bˌʌt tʃˈæns tə bɹˈiːð ɐ sˈɔŋ, (hiː sˈɛldəm sˈæŋ, ænd nˈɛvɚ lˈɔŋ,) ðə nˈɔɪzi, ɹˈuːd, məlˈɪɡnənt kɹˈaʊd, wˌɛɹ ɪt wʌz hˈaɪ, pɹənˈaʊnst ɪt lˈaʊd: plˈeɪn tɹˈuːθ wʌz pɹˈaɪd; ænd, wˌʌt wʌz sˈɪliɚ, ˈiːzi ænd fɹˈɛndli wʌz fəmˈɪlɪɹ.