text_original: DERMOT No more that brier thy tender leg shall rake: (I spare the thistles for Sir Arthur's[2] sake) Sharp are the stones; take thou this rushy mat; The hardest bum will bruise with sitting squat.
text_transcription: DERMOT NO MORE THAT BRIER THY TENDER LEG SHALL RAKE I SPARE THE THISTLES FOR SIR ARTHUR'S SAKE SHARP ARE THE STONES TAKE THOU THIS RUSHY MAT THEE HARDEST BUM WILL BRUISE WITH SITTING SQUAT
phonemes: dˈɜːmɑːt nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ ðæt bɹˈaɪɚ ðˌaɪ tˈɛndɚ lˈɛɡ ʃˌæl ɹˈeɪk: (aɪ spˈɛɹ ðə θˈɪsəlz fɔːɹ sˌɜːɹ ˈɑːɹθɚz[tˈuː] sˈeɪk) ʃˈɑːɹp ɑːɹ ðə stˈoʊnz; tˈeɪk ðˈaʊ ðɪs ɹˈʌʃi mˈæt; ðə hˈɑːɹdɪst bˈʌm wɪl bɹˈuːz wɪð sˈɪɾɪŋ skwˈɑːt.