text_original: But then the squire so trim and nice, 'Twere rude to make him tell it twice; So bow'd, was thankful for the honour; And would not fail to wait upon her. His beaver brush'd, his shoes, and gown, Away he trudges into town; Passes the lower castle yard, And now advancing to the guard, He trembles at the thoughts of state; For, conscious of his sheepish gait, His spirits of a sudden fail'd him; He stopp'd, and could not tell what ail'd him.
text_transcription: BUT THEN THE SQUIRE SO TRIM AND NICE TWERE RODE TO MAKE HIM TELL IT TWICE SO BOWED WAS THANKFUL FOR THE HONOUR AND WOULD NOT FAIL TO WAIT UPON HER HIS BEAVER BRUSHED HIS SHOES AND GOWN AWAY HE TRUDGES INTO TOWN PASSES THE LOWER CASTLE YARD AND NOW ADVANCING TO THE GUARD HE TREMBLES AT THE THOUGHTS OF STATE FOR CONSCIOUS OF HIS SHEEPISH GAIT HIS SPIRITS OF A SUDDEN FAILED HIM HE STOPPED AND COULD NOT TELL WHAT AILED HIM
phonemes: bˌʌt ðˈɛn ðə skwˈaɪɚ sˌoʊ tɹˈɪm ænd nˈaɪs, twˈɪɹ ɹˈuːd tə mˌeɪk hˌɪm tˈɛl ɪt twˈaɪs; sˌoʊ bˈoʊd, wʌz θˈæŋkfəl fɚðɪ ˈɑːnɚ; ænd wʊd nˌɑːt fˈeɪl tə wˈeɪt əpˌɑːn hɜː. hɪz bˈiːvɚ bɹˈʌʃd, hɪz ʃˈuːz, ænd ɡˈaʊn, ɐwˈeɪ hiː tɹˈʌdʒᵻz ˌɪntʊ tˈaʊn; pˈæsᵻz ðə lˈoʊɚ kˈæsəl jˈɑːɹd, ænd nˈaʊ ɐdvˈænsɪŋ tə ðə ɡˈɑːɹd, hiː tɹˈɛmbəlz æt ðə θˈɔːts ʌv stˈeɪt; fɔːɹ, kˈɑːnʃəs ʌv hɪz ʃˈiːpɪʃ ɡˈeɪt, hɪz spˈɪɹɪts əvə sˈʌdən fˈeɪld hˌɪm; hiː stˈɑːpd, ænd kʊd nˌɑːt tˈɛl wʌt ˈeɪld hˌɪm.