text_original: And Washington, Columbia's son, Whom easy nature taught, sir, That grace which can't by pains be won, Or Plutus's gold be bought, sir. Now hand in hand they circle round This ever dancing peer, sir; Their gentle movements soon confound The earl as they draw near, sir.
text_transcription: AND WASHINGTON COLUMBIA'S SON WHOM EASY NATURE TAUGHT SIR THAT GRACE WHICH CAN'T BY PAINS BE WON WHERE PLUTUS GOLD BE BOUGHT SIR NOW HAND IN HAND THEY CIRCLE ROUND THIS EVER DANCING PEER SIR THEIR GENTLE MOVEMENTS SOON CONFOUND THE EARL AS THEY DRAW NEAR SIR
phonemes: ænd wˈɑːʃɪŋtən, kəlˈʌmbiəz sˈʌn, hˈuːm ˈiːzi nˈeɪtʃɚ tˈɔːt, sˌɜː, ðæt ɡɹˈeɪs wˌɪtʃ kˈænt baɪ pˈeɪnz biː wˈʌn, ɔːɹ plˈuːɾəsᵻz ɡˈoʊld biː bˈɔːt, sˌɜː. nˈaʊ hˈænd ɪn hˈænd ðeɪ sˈɜːkəl ɹˈaʊnd ðɪs ˈɛvɚ dˈænsɪŋ pˈɪɹ, sˌɜː; ðɛɹ dʒˈɛntəl mˈuːvmənts sˈuːn kənfˈaʊnd ðɪ ˈɜːl æz ðeɪ dɹˈɔː nˈɪɹ, sˌɜː.