text_original: But your fancy on rhyming so cursedly bent, With your bloody ouns in one stanza pent; Does Jack's utter ruin at picket prevent, For an answer in specie to yours must be sent; So this moment at crambo (not shuffling) is spent, And I lose by this crotchet quaterze, point, and quint, Which you know to a gamester is great bitterment; But whisk shall revenge me on you, Batt, and Brent.
text_transcription: BUT YOUR FANCY ON RHYMING SO CURSEDLY BENT WITH YOUR BLOODY OUNS IN ONE STANDS A PENT DOES JACK'S UTTER RUIN AT PICKET PREVENT FOR AN ANSWER IN SPECIE TO YOURS MUST BE SENT SO THIS MOMENT AT CRAMBO NOT SHUFFLING IS SPENT AND I LOSE BY THIS CROTCH AT QUARTER'S POINT IN QUINT WHICH YOU KNOW TO A GAMESTER IS GREAT BITTER MEANT BUT WHISK SHALL REVENGE ME ON YOU BATTEN BRENT
phonemes: bˌʌt jʊɹ fˈænsi ˌɔn ɹˈaɪmɪŋ sˌoʊ kˈɜːsᵻdli bˈɛnt, wɪð jʊɹ blˈʌdi ˈaʊnz ɪn wˈʌn stˈænzə pˈɛnt; dˈʌz dʒˈæks ˈʌɾɚ ɹˈuːɪn æt pˈɪkɪt pɹɪvˈɛnt, fɚɹən ˈænsɚɹ ɪn spˈɛsi tə jˈɔːɹz mˈʌst biː sˈɛnt; sˌoʊ ðɪs mˈoʊmənt æt kɹˈæmboʊ (nˌɑːt ʃˈʌflɪŋ) ɪz spˈɛnt, ænd aɪ lˈuːz baɪ ðɪs kɹˈɑːtʃɪt kwˈæɾɚz, pˈɔɪnt, ænd kwˈɪnt, wˌɪtʃ juː nˈoʊ tʊ ɐ ɡˈeɪmstɚɹ ɪz ɡɹˈeɪt bˈɪɾɚmənt; bˌʌt wˈɪsk ʃˌæl ɹᵻvˈɛndʒ mˌiː ˈɔn juː, bˈæt, ænd bɹˈɛnt.