text_original: If this be your practice, mean scrub, I assure ye, And swear by each Fate, and your new friends, each Fury, I'll drive you to Cavan, from Cavan to Dundalk; I'll tear all your rules, and demolish your pun talk: Nay, further, the moment you're free from your scalding, I'll chew you to bullets, and puff you at Baldwin.
text_transcription: IF THIS BE YOUR PRACTICE MEAN SCRUB I ASSURE YE AND SWEAR BY EACH FATE AND YOUR NEW FRIENDS EACH FURY I'LL DRIVE YOU TO CAVERN FROM CAVERN TO DUN DOCK I'LL TEAR ALL YOUR RULES AND DEMOLISH YOUR PUNTOCK NAY FURTHER THE MOMENT YOU'RE FREE FROM YOUR SCALDING I'LL CHEW YOU TO BULLETS AND PUFF YOU AT BALDWIN
phonemes: ɪf ðɪs biː jʊɹ pɹˈæktɪs, mˈiːn skɹˈʌb, aɪ əʃˈʊɹ jˈiː, ænd swˈɛɹ baɪ ˈiːtʃ fˈeɪt, ænd jʊɹ nˈuː fɹˈɛndz, ˈiːtʃ fjˈʊɹɹi, aɪl dɹˈaɪv juː tə kˈævæn, fɹʌm kˈævæn tə dˈʌndælk; aɪl tˈɛɹ ˈɔːl jʊɹ ɹˈuːlz, ænd dᵻmˈɑːlɪʃ jʊɹ pˈʌn tˈɔːk: nˈeɪ, fˈɜːðɚ, ðə mˈoʊmənt jʊɹ fɹˈiː fɹʌm jʊɹ skˈɑːldɪŋ, aɪl tʃˈuː juː tə bˈʊlɪts, ænd pˈʌf juː æt bˈɔːldwɪn.