text_original: Byzantians boast, that on the clod Where once their Sultan's horse hath trod, Grows neither grass, nor shrub, nor tree: The same thy subjects boast of thee. The greatest lord, when you appear, Will deign your livery to wear, In all the various colours seen Of red and yellow, blue and green.
text_transcription: BYZANTIANS BOAST THAT ON THE CLOD WHERE ONCE THEIR SULTAN'S HORSE HATH TROD GROWS NEITHER GRASS NOR SHRUB NOR TREE THE SAME THY SUBJECTS BOAST OF THEE THE GREATEST LORD WHEN YOU APPEAR WILL DEIGN YOUR LIVERY TO WEAR IN ALL THE VARIOUS COLOURS SEEN OF RED AND YELLOW BLUE AND GREEN
phonemes: bɪzˈænʃənz bˈoʊst, ðæt ɔnðə klˈɑːd wˌɛɹ wˈʌns ðɛɹ sˈʌltənz hˈɔːɹs hæθ tɹˈɑːd, ɡɹˈoʊz nˈiːðɚ ɡɹˈæs, nˈɔːɹ ʃɹˈʌb, nˈɔːɹ tɹˈiː: ðə sˈeɪm ðˌaɪ sˈʌbdʒɛkts bˈoʊst ʌv ðˈiː. ðə ɡɹˈeɪɾɪst lˈɔːɹd, wˌɛn juː ɐpˈɪɹ, wɪl dˈeɪn jʊɹ lˈɪvɚɹi tə wˈɛɹ, ɪn ˈɔːl ðə vˈɛɹiəs kˈʌlɚz sˈiːn ʌv ɹˈɛd ænd jˈɛloʊ, blˈuː ænd ɡɹˈiːn.