text_original: You thought to make a farce on The man and place we chose; We're sure a single parson Is worth a hundred beaux. And you would make us vassals, Good Mr. Wig and Wings, To silver clocks and tassels; You would, you Thing of Things!
text_transcription: YOU THOUGHT TO MAKE A FARCE ON THE MAN AND PLACE WE CHOSE WE'RE SURE A SINGLE PARSON IS WORTH A HUNDRED BOW AND YOU WOULD MAKE US VASSALS GOOD MISTER WIG IN WINGS TO SILVER CLOCKS AND TASSELS YOU WOULD YOU THING OF THINGS
phonemes: juː θˈɔːt tə mˌeɪk ɐ fˈɑːɹs ɔnðə mˈæn ænd plˈeɪs wiː tʃˈoʊz; wɪɹ ʃˈʊɹ ɐ sˈɪŋɡəl pˈɑːɹsən ɪz wˈɜːθ ɐ hˈʌndɹɪd bˈoʊ. ænd juː wʊd mˌeɪk ˌʌs vˈæsəlz, ɡˈʊd mˈɪstɚ. wˈɪɡ ænd wˈɪŋz, tə sˈɪlvɚ klˈɑːks ænd tˈæsəlz; juː wˈʊd, juː θˈɪŋ ʌv θˈɪŋz!