text_original: A NEW WAR SONG BY SIR PETER PARKER My lords, with your leave, An account I will give, Which deserves to be written in metre; How the rebels and I Have been pretty nigh, Faith, 'twas almost too nigh for Sir Peter!
text_transcription: A NEW WAR SONG BY SIR PETER PARKER MY LORD WITH YOUR LEAVE AN ACCOUNT I WILL GIVE WHICH DESERVES TO BE WRITTEN IN METRE HOW THE REBELS AND I HAVE BEEN PRETTY NIGH FAITH TWAS ALMOST TOO NIGH FOR SIR PETER
phonemes: ɐ nˈuː wˈɔːɹ sˈɔŋ baɪ sˌɜː pˈiːɾɚ pˈɑːɹkɚ maɪ lˈɔːɹdz, wɪð jʊɹ lˈiːv, ɐn ɐkˈaʊnt aɪ wɪl ɡˈɪv, wˌɪtʃ dɪzˈɜːvz təbi ɹˈɪʔn̩ ɪn mˈiːɾɚ; hˌaʊ ðə ɹˈɛbəlz ænd aɪ hɐvbɪn pɹˈɪɾi nˈaɪ, fˈeɪθ, twˈɑːz ˈɔːlmoʊst tˈuː nˈaɪ fɔːɹ sˌɜː pˈiːɾɚ!