text_original: Greene in the South then danced a set, And got a mighty name, sir, Cornwallis jigged with young Fayette, But suffered in his fame, sir. Then down he figured to the shore, Most like a lordly dancer, And on his courtly honor swore He would no more advance, sir.
text_transcription: GREEN IN THE SOUTH THEN DANCED A SET AND GOT A MIGHTY NAME SIR CORNWALLIS JIGGED WITH YOUNG FYETTE BUT SUFFERED IN HIS FAME SIR THEN DOWN HE FIGURED TO THE SHORE MOST LIKE A LORDLY DANCER AND ON HIS COURTLY HONOUR SWORE HE WOULD NO MORE ADVANCE SIR
phonemes: ɡɹˈiːn ɪnðə sˈaʊθ ðˈɛn dˈænst ɐ sˈɛt, ænd ɡɑːt ɐ mˈaɪɾi nˈeɪm, sˌɜː, kˈɔːɹnwɔliz dʒˈɪɡd wɪð jˈʌŋ feɪˈɛt, bˌʌt sˈʌfɚd ɪn hɪz fˈeɪm, sˌɜː. ðˈɛn dˌaʊn hiː fˈɪɡɚd tə ðə ʃˈɔːɹ, mˈoʊst lˈaɪk ɐ lˈɔːɹdli dˈænsɚ, ænd ˌɔn hɪz kˈɔːɹtli ˈɑːnɚ swˈɔːɹ hiː wʊd nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ ɐdvˈæns, sˌɜː.