text_original: SWIFT Dare you dispute, you saucy brute, And think there's no refelling Your scurvy lays, and senseless praise You give to Ballyspellin? Howe'er you flounce, I here pronounce, Your medicine is repelling; Your water's mud, and sours the blood When drunk at Ballyspellin.
text_transcription: SWIFT DARE YOU DISPUTE YOU SAUCY BRUTE AND THINK THERE'S NO REFELLING YOUR SCURVY LAYS AND SENSELESS PRAISE YOU GIVE TO BALLY SPELLING HOWE'ER YOU FLOUNCE I HERE PRONOUNCE YOUR MEDICINE IS REPELLING YOUR WATER'S MUD AND SOURS THE BLOOD WHEN DRUNK AT BALLY SPELLIN
phonemes: swˈɪft dˈɛɹ juː dɪspjˈuːt, juː sˈɔːsi bɹˈuːt, ænd θˈɪŋk ðɛɹz nˈoʊ ɹᵻfˈɛlɪŋ jʊɹ skˈɜːvi lˈeɪz, ænd sˈɛnsləs pɹˈeɪz juː ɡˈɪv tə bˌælɪspˈɛlᵻn? hˈaʊɛɹ juː flˈaʊns, aɪ hˈɪɹ pɹənˈaʊns, jʊɹ mˈɛdəsən ɪz ɹᵻpˈɛlɪŋ; jʊɹ wˈɔːɾɚz mˈʌd, ænd sˈaʊɚz ðə blˈʌd wɛn dɹˈʌŋk æt bˌælɪspˈɛlᵻn.