text_original: _They_'ve stol'n the knives from all the forks; And half the cows from half the sturks." Nay more, the fellow swears and vows, "_They_'ve stol'n the sturks from half the cows:" With many more accounts of woe, Yet, though the devil be there, I'll go: 'Twixt you and me, the reason's clear, Because I've more vexation here.
text_transcription: THEY'VE STOLEN THE KNIVES FROM ALL THE FORKS AND HALF THE COWS FROM HALF THE STIRKS NAY MORE THE FELLOW SWEARS AND VOWS THEY'VE STOLEN THE TURKS FROM HALF THE COWS WITH MANY MORE ACCOUNTS OF WOE YET THOUGH THE DEVIL BE THERE I'LL GO TWIXT YOU AND ME THE REASON'S CLEAR BECAUSE I'VE MORE VEXATION HERE
phonemes: ðeɪ vˈiː stˈɑːln ðə nˈaɪvz fɹʌm ˈɔːl ðə fˈɔːɹks; ænd hˈæf ðə kˈaʊz fɹʌm hˈæf ðə stˈɜːks." nˈeɪ mˈɔːɹ, ðə fˈɛloʊ swˈɛɹz ænd vˈaʊz, "ðeɪ vˈiː stˈɑːln ðə stˈɜːks fɹʌm hˈæf ðə kˈaʊz:" wɪð mˈɛni mˈɔːɹ ɐkˈaʊnts ʌv wˈoʊ, jˈɛt, ðˌoʊ ðə dˈɛvəl biː ðˈɛɹ, aɪl ɡˈoʊ: twˈɪkst juː ænd mˌiː, ðə ɹˈiːzənz klˈɪɹ, bɪkˈʌz aɪv mˈɔːɹ vɛksˈeɪʃən hˈɪɹ.