text_original: But Hannah,[6] who listen'd to all that was past, And could not endure so vulgar a taste, As soon as her ladyship call'd to be dress'd, Cried, "Madam, why surely my master's possess'd, Sir Arthur the maltster! how fine it will sound! I'd rather the bawn were sunk under ground.
text_transcription: BUT HANNAH WHO LISTENED TO ALL THAT WAS PAST AND COULD NOT ENDURE SO VULGAR A TASK AS SOON AS HER LADYSHIP CALLED TO BE DRESSED CRIED MADAM WHY SURELY MY MASTER IS POSSESSED SIR ARTHUR THE MALSTA HOW FINE IT WILL SOUND I'D RATHER THE BARN WERE SUNK UNDER GROUND
phonemes: bˌʌt hˈænə,[sˈɪks] hˌuː lˈɪsənd tʊ ˈɔːl ðæt wʌz pˈæst, ænd kʊd nˌɑːt ɛndˈʊɹ sˌoʊ vˈʌlɡɚɹ ɐ tˈeɪst, æz sˈuːn æz hɜː lˈeɪdiʃˌɪp kˈɔːld təbi dɹˈɛsd, kɹˈaɪd, "mˈædəm, wˌaɪ ʃˈʊɹli maɪ mˈæstɚz pəzˈɛsd, sˌɜːɹ ˈɑːɹθɚ ðə mˈæltstɚ! hˌaʊ fˈaɪn ɪt wɪl sˈaʊnd! aɪd ɹˈæðɚ ðə bˈɔːn wɜː sˈʌŋk ˌʌndɚ ɡɹˈaʊnd.