text_original: But to this parchment let the Drapier Oppose his counter charm of paper, And ring Wood's copper in our ears So loud till all the nation hears; That sound will make the parchment shrivel And drive the conjurors to the Devil; And when the sky is grown serene, Our silver will appear again.
text_transcription: BUT TO THIS PARCHMENT LET THE DRAPER OPPOSE HIS COUNTER CHARM OF PAPER AND RING WOOD'S COPPER IN OUR EARS SO LOUD TILL ALL THE NATION HEARS THAT SOUND WILL MAKE THE PARCHMENT SHRIVEL AND DRIVE THE CONJURORS TO THE DEVIL AND WHEN THE SKY IS GROWN SERENE OUR SILVER WILL APPEAR AGAIN
phonemes: bˌʌt tə ðɪs pˈɑːɹtʃmənt lˈɛt ðə dɹˈeɪpiɚɹ əpˈoʊz hɪz kˈaʊntɚ tʃˈɑːɹm ʌv pˈeɪpɚ, ænd ɹˈɪŋ wˈʊdz kˈɑːpɚɹ ɪn ˌaʊɚɹ ˈɪɹz sˌoʊ lˈaʊd tˈɪl ˈɔːl ðə nˈeɪʃən hˈɪɹz; ðæt sˈaʊnd wɪl mˌeɪk ðə pˈɑːɹtʃmənt ʃɹˈɪvəl ænd dɹˈaɪv ðə kˈʌndʒjʊɹɹɚz tə ðə dˈɛvəl; ænd wɛn ðə skˈaɪ ɪz ɡɹˈoʊn sɚɹˈiːn, ˌaʊɚ sˈɪlvɚ wɪl ɐpˈɪɹ ɐɡˈɛn.