text_original: Bid Lady Betty recollect her, And tell, who was it could direct her To draw the face of such a spectre? I must confess, that as to me, sirs, Though I ne'er saw her hold the scissars, I now could safely swear it is hers.
text_transcription: BID LADY BETTY RECOLLECT HER AND TELL WHO WAS IT COULD DIRECT HER TO DRAW THE FACE OF SUCH A SPECTER I MUST CONFESS THAT AS TO ME SIRS THOUGH I NE'ER SAW HER HOLD THE SCISSORS I NOW COULD SAFELY SWEAR IT IS HERS
phonemes: bˈɪd lˈeɪdi bˈɛɾi ɹˈɛkəlˌɛkt hɜː, ænd tˈɛl, hˌuː wʌz ɪt kʊd dᵻɹˈɛkt hɜː tə dɹˈɔː ðə fˈeɪs ʌv sˈʌtʃ ɐ spˈɛktɚ? aɪ mˈʌst kənfˈɛs, ðˈæt æz tə mˌiː, sˈɜːz, ðˌoʊ aɪ nˈɛɹ sˈɔː hɜː hˈoʊld ðə sˈɪsɑːɹz, aɪ nˈaʊ kʊd sˈeɪfli swˈɛɹ ɪɾ ɪz hˈɜːz.