text_original: 193 "Some good folk I know, — they are just of your kind ; They are gifted like you with a scent for their game; And they gather and feed on whatever they find, — Be it sweetmeat or carrion, — it serves just the same."
text_transcription: SOME GOOD FOLK I KNOW THEY ARE JUST OF YOUR KIND THEY ARE GIFTED LIKE YOU WITH A SCENT FOR THEIR GAME AND THEY GATHER AND FEED ON WHATEVER THEY FIND BE IT SWEETMEAT OR CARRY ON IT SERVES JUST THE SAME
phonemes: wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd nˈaɪnti θɹˈiː "sˌʌm ɡˈʊd fˈoʊk aɪ nˈoʊ, — ðeɪ ɑːɹ dʒˈʌst ʌv jʊɹ kˈaɪnd ; ðeɪ ɑːɹ ɡˈɪftᵻd lˈaɪk juː wɪð ɐ sˈɛnt fɔːɹ ðɛɹ ɡˈeɪm; ænd ðeɪ ɡˈæðɚ ænd fˈiːd ˌɔn wʌtˈɛvɚ ðeɪ fˈaɪnd, — biː ɪt swˈiːtmiːt ɔːɹ kˈæɹiən, — ɪt sˈɜːvz dʒˈʌst ðə sˈeɪm."