text_original: Before a magistrate he went, And now in prison lies forlorn. Till he his punishment receives, No doubt but he will have his due; Young men by this a warning take, Perform your vows whate'er ye do. For God does find out many ways, Such heinous sins to bring to light, For murder's a most horrid sin, And hateful in his blessed sight.
text_transcription: BEFORE A MAGISTRATE HE WENT AND NOW IN PRISON LIES FORLORN TILL HE HIS PUNISHMENT RECEIVES NO DOUBT BUT HE WILL HAVE HIS DUE YOUNG MEN BY THIS A WARNING TAKE PERFORM YOUR VOWS WHATE'ER YE DO FOR GOD DOES FIND OUT MANY WAYS SUCH HEINOUS SINS TO BRING TO LIGHT FOR MURDERS A MOST HORRID SIN AND HATEFUL IN HIS BLESSED SIGHT
phonemes: bᵻfˌɔːɹ ɐ mˈædʒɪstɹˌeɪt hiː wˈɛnt, ænd nˈaʊ ɪn pɹˈɪzən lˈaɪz fˈɔːɹlɔːɹn. tˈɪl hiː hɪz pˈʌnɪʃmənt ɹᵻsˈiːvz, nˈoʊ dˈaʊt bˌʌt hiː wɪl hæv hɪz dˈuː; jˈʌŋ mˈɛn baɪ ðɪs ɐ wˈɔːɹnɪŋ tˈeɪk, pɚfˈɔːɹm jʊɹ vˈaʊz wˈʌɾɛɹ jiː dˈuː. fɔːɹ ɡˈɑːd dˈʌz fˈaɪnd ˈaʊt mˈɛni wˈeɪz, sˈʌtʃ hˈeɪnəs sˈɪnz tə bɹˈɪŋ tə lˈaɪt, fɔːɹ mˈɜːdɚz ɐ mˈoʊst hˈɔːɹɪd sˈɪn, ænd hˈeɪtfəl ɪn hɪz blˈɛst sˈaɪt.