text_original: For Liberty no champion bolder, He hated bailiffs at his shoulder. To half the world a standing jest, A perfect nuisance to the rest; From many (and we may believe him) Had the best wishes they could give him.
text_transcription: FOR LIBERTY NO CHAMPION BOLDER HE HATED BAILIFFS AT HIS SHOULDER TO HALF THE WORLD A STANDING JEST A PERFECT NUISANCE TO THE REST FROM MANY AND WE MAY BELIEVE HIM HAD THE BEST WISHES THEY COULD GIVE HIM
phonemes: fɔːɹ lˈɪbɚɾi nˈoʊ tʃˈæmpiən bˈoʊldɚ, hiː hˈeɪɾᵻd bˈeɪlɪfs æt hɪz ʃˈoʊldɚ. tə hˈæf ðə wˈɜːld ɐ stˈændɪŋ dʒˈɛst, ɐ pˈɜːfɛkt nˈuːsəns tə ðə ɹˈɛst; fɹʌm mˈɛni (ænd wiː mˈeɪ bᵻlˈiːv hˌɪm) hæd ðə bˈɛst wˈɪʃᵻz ðeɪ kʊd ɡˈɪv hˌɪm.