text_original: And Ned, may I die, Or be pok'd in a sty, If ever I venture again Where bullets do fly, And the wounded do cry, Tormented with anguish and pain.
text_transcription: AND NED MAY I DIE OR BE POKED IN A STY IF EVER I VENTURE AGAIN WHERE BULLETS DO FLY AND THE WOUNDED DO CRY TORMENTED WITH ANGUISH AND PAIN
phonemes: ænd nˈɛd, mˈeɪ aɪ dˈaɪ, ɔːɹ biː pˈɑːkd ɪn ɐ stˈaɪ, ɪf ˈɛvɚɹ aɪ vˈɛntʃɚɹ ɐɡˈɛn wˌɛɹ bˈʊlɪts dˈuː flˈaɪ, ænd ðə wˈuːndᵻd dˈuː kɹˈaɪ, tɔːɹmˈɛntᵻd wɪð ˈæŋɡwɪʃ ænd pˈeɪn.