text_original: SENT AS FROM AN OFFICER IN THE ARMY. 1728 Fair ladies, number five, Who in your merry freaks, With little Tom contrive To feast on ale and steaks; While he sits by a grinning, To see you safe in Sot's Hole, Set up with greasy linen, And neither mugs nor pots whole; Alas!
text_transcription: SENT AS FROM AN OFFICER IN THE ARMY SEVENTEEN TWENTY EIGHT FAIR LADIES NUMBER FIVE WHO IN YOUR MERRY FREAKS WITH LITTLE TOM CONTRIVE TO FEAST ON ALE AND STAKES WHILE HE SITS BY A GRINNING TO SEE YOU SAFE IN SOTSHOLE SET UP WITH GREASY LINEN AND NEITHER MUGS NOR POTSHOLE ALAS
phonemes: sˈɛnt æz fɹʌm ɐn ˈɑːfɪsɚɹ ɪnðɪ ˈɑːɹmi. wˈʌn θˈaʊzənd sˈɛvənhˈʌndɹɪd twˈɛnti ˈeɪt fˈɛɹ lˈeɪdiz, nˈʌmbɚ fˈaɪv, hˌuː ɪn jʊɹ mˈɛɹi fɹˈiːks, wɪð lˈɪɾəl tˈɑːm kəntɹˈaɪv tə fˈiːst ˌɔn ˈeɪl ænd stˈeɪks; wˌaɪl hiː sˈɪts baɪ ɐ ɡɹˈɪnɪŋ, tə sˈiː juː sˈeɪf ɪn sˈɑːts hˈoʊl, sˈɛt ˌʌp wɪð ɡɹˈiːzi lˈɪnɪn, ænd nˈiːðɚ mˈʌɡz nˈɔːɹ pˈɑːts hˈoʊl; ɐlˈæs!