text_original: 'Tis of an honest farmer's child, a damsel fair and young, Who was in tender years beguil'd all by a flattering tongue, The finest lady in the land could not with her compare, Her dimpled cheeks and rosy looks how charming sweet they were.
text_transcription: TIS OF AN HONEST FARMER'S CHILD A DAMSEL FAIR AND YOUNG WHO WAS IN TENDER YEARS BEGUILED ALL BY A FLATTERING TONGUE THE FINEST LADY IN THE LAND COULD NOT WITH HER COMPARE HER DIMPLED CHEEKS AND ROSY LOOKS HOW CHARMING SWEET THEY WERE
phonemes: tˈɪz əvən ˈɑːnɪst fˈɑːɹmɚz tʃˈaɪld, ɐ dˈæmsəl fˈɛɹ ænd jˈʌŋ, hˌuː wʌz ɪn tˈɛndɚ jˈɪɹz bᵻɡˈaɪld ˈɔːl baɪ ɐ flˈæɾɚɹɪŋ tˈʌŋ, ðə fˈaɪnɪst lˈeɪdi ɪnðə lˈænd kʊd nˌɑːt wɪð hɜː kəmpˈɛɹ, hɜː dˈɪmpəld tʃˈiːks ænd ɹˈoʊzi lˈʊks hˌaʊ tʃˈɑːɹmɪŋ swˈiːt ðeɪ wɜː.