text_original: [1] WRITTEN IN 1737 At Dublin's high feast sat Primate and Dean, Both dress'd like divines, with band and face clean: Quoth Hugh of Armagh, "The mob is grown bold." "Ay, ay," quoth the Dean, "the cause is old gold."
text_transcription: 'S HIGH FEAST SAT PRIMATE AND DEAN BOTH DRESSED LIKE DIVINES WITH ABANDONED FACE CLEAN QUOTH HUGH OF ARMAGH THE MOB IS GROWN BOLD AY AY QUOTH THE DEAN THE CAUSE IS OLD GOLD
phonemes: [wˈʌn] ɹˈɪʔn̩ ɪn wˈʌn θˈaʊzənd sˈɛvənhˈʌndɹɪd θˈɜːɾi sˈɛvən æt dˈʌblɪnz hˈaɪ fˈiːst sˈæt pɹˈaɪmeɪt ænd dˈiːn, bˈoʊθ dɹˈɛsd lˈaɪk dᵻvˈaɪnz, wɪð bˈænd ænd fˈeɪs klˈiːn: kwˈoʊθ hjˈuː ʌv ɑːɹmˈɑː, "ðə mˈɑːb ɪz ɡɹˈoʊn bˈoʊld." "ˈaɪ, ˈaɪ," kwˈoʊθ ðə dˈiːn, "ðə kˈɔːz ɪz ˈoʊld ɡˈoʊld."