text_original: My daughter I ever was pleased to see Come fawning and begging to ride on my knee: My wife, too, was pleased, and to the child said, Come, hold in your belly, and hold up your head: But now out of humour, I with a sour look, Cry, hussy, and give her a souse with my book; And I'll give her another; for why should she play, Since my Bacchus, and glasses, and friends, are away?
text_transcription: MY DAUGHTER I EVER WAS PLEASED TO SEE COME FAWNING AND BEGGING TO RIDE ON MY KNEE MY WIFE TOO WAS PLEASED AND TO THE CHILD SAID COME HOLD IN YOUR BELLY AND HOLD UP YOUR HEAD BUT NOW OUT OF HUMOUR I WITH A SOUR LOOK CRY HUSSY AND GIVE HER A SOUSE WITH MY BOOK AND I'LL GIVE HER ANOTHER FOR WHY SHOULD SHE PLAY SINCE MY BACCHUS AND GLASSES AND FRIENDS ARE AWAY
phonemes: maɪ dˈɔːɾɚɹ aɪ ˈɛvɚ wʌz plˈiːzd tə sˈiː kˈʌm fˈɔːnɪŋ ænd bˈɛɡɪŋ tə ɹˈaɪd ˌɔn maɪ nˈiː: maɪ wˈaɪf, tˈuː, wʌz plˈiːzd, ænd tə ðə tʃˈaɪld sˈɛd, kˈʌm, hˈoʊld ɪn jʊɹ bˈɛli, ænd hˈoʊld ˌʌp jʊɹ hˈɛd: bˌʌt nˈaʊ ˌaʊɾəv hjˈuːmɚ, aɪ wɪð ɐ sˈaʊɚ lˈʊk, kɹˈaɪ, hˈʌsi, ænd ɡˈɪv hɜːɹ ɐ sˈaʊs wɪð maɪ bˈʊk; ænd aɪl ɡˈɪv hɜːɹ ɐnˈʌðɚ; fɔːɹ wˌaɪ ʃˌʊd ʃiː plˈeɪ, sˈɪns maɪ bˈækəs, ænd ɡlˈæsᵻz, ænd fɹˈɛndz, ɑːɹ ɐwˈeɪ?