text_original: Alas! sir, I had no design, But was unwarily drawn in; For spite I ne'er had any; 'Twas the damn'd squire with the hard name; The de'il too that owed me a shame, The devil and Delany; They tempted me t' attack your highness, And then, with wonted wile and slyness, They left me in the lurch: Unhappy wretch! for now, I ween, I've nothing left to vent my spleen But ferula and birch: And they, alas!
text_transcription: ALAS SIR I HAD NO DESIGN BUT WAS UNWARILY DRAWN IN FOR SPITE I NE'ER HAD ANY TWAS THE DAMNED SQUIRE WITH THEE HARD NAME THE DEAL TOO THAT OWED ME A SHAME THE DEVIL AND DELANEY THEY TEMPTED ME TO TACK YOUR HIGHNESS AND THEN WITH WONTED WILE AND SLYNESS THEY LEFT ME IN THE LURCH UNHAPPY WRETCH FOR NOW I WEEN I'VE NOTHING LEFT TO VENT MY SPLEEN BUT PHAROLA AND BIRCH AND THEY ALAS
phonemes: ɐlˈæs! sˌɜː, aɪ hæd nˈoʊ dɪzˈaɪn, bˌʌt wʌz ʌnwˈɛɹili dɹˈɔːn ˈɪn; fɔːɹ spˈaɪt aɪ nˈɛɹ hˌæd ˌɛni; twˈɑːz ðə dˈæmd skwˈaɪɚ wɪððə hˈɑːɹd nˈeɪm; ðə dˈɛɪl tˈuː ðæt ˈoʊd mˌiː ɐ ʃˈeɪm, ðə dˈɛvəl ænd dᵻlˈæni; ðeɪ tˈɛmptᵻd mˌiː tˈiː ɐtˈæk jʊɹ hˈaɪnəs, ænd ðˈɛn, wɪð wˈɔntᵻd wˈaɪl ænd slˈaɪnəs, ðeɪ lˈɛft mˌiː ɪnðə lˈɜːtʃ: ʌnhˈæpi ɹˈɛtʃ! fɔːɹ nˈaʊ, aɪ wˈiːn, aɪv nˈʌθɪŋ lˈɛft tə vˈɛnt maɪ splˈiːn bˌʌt fˈɛrjʊlə ænd bˈɜːtʃ: ænd ðeɪ, ɐlˈæs!