text_original: Yet how vexing to find We are left all behind, That by sad disappointment we're cross'd; Ah, fortune unkind! Thou afflicted'st my mind, When the South Carolina we lost.
text_transcription: YET HOW VEXING TO FIND WE ARE LEFT ALL BEHIND THAT BY SAD DISAPPOINTMENT WE'RE CROSSED AH FORTUNE UNKIND THOU AFFLICTEST MY MIND WHEN THE SOUTH CAROLINA WE LOST
phonemes: jˈɛt hˌaʊ vˈɛksɪŋ tə fˈaɪnd wiː ɑːɹ lˈɛft ˈɔːl bᵻhˈaɪnd, ðæt baɪ sˈæd dˌɪsɐpˈɔɪntmənt wɪɹ kɹˈɔsd; ˈɑː, fˈɔːɹtʃʊn ʌŋkˈaɪnd! ðˈaʊ ɐflˈɪktɛdst maɪ mˈaɪnd, wˌɛn ðə sˈaʊθ kˌæɹəlˈaɪnə wiː lˈɔst.