text_original: But whoever he is he is togg'd all in white, And such antics he plays in the square every night, Like a long scaffold pole he stands bolt upright, This naughty Ghost of Woburn Square, As large as the soup plates is his glaring eyes, The sight of which puts you in dread, He's a smart little fellow about ten feet high, With a monstrous donkey like head.
text_transcription: BUT WHOEVER HE IS HE IS TOGGED ALL IN WHITE IN SUCH ANTICS HE PLAYS IN THE SQUARE EVERY NIGHT LIKE A LONG SCAFFOLD POLE HE STANDS BOLT UPRIGHT THIS NAUGHTY GHOST OF WOLBURN SQUARE AS LARGE AS THE SOUP PLATES IS HIS GLARING EYES THE SIGHT OF WHICH PUTS YOU IN DREAD HE'S A SMART LITTLE FELLOW ABOUT TEN FEET HIGH WITH A MONSTROUS DONKEY LIKE HEAD
phonemes: bˌʌt huːˈɛvɚ hiː ɪz hiː ɪz tˈɑːɡd ˈɔːl ɪn wˈaɪt, ænd sˈʌtʃ ˈæntɪks hiː plˈeɪz ɪnðə skwˈɛɹ ˈɛvɹi nˈaɪt, lˈaɪk ɐ lˈɔŋ skˈæfoʊld pˈoʊl hiː stˈændz bˈoʊlt ˈʌpɹaɪt, ðɪs nˈɔːɾi ɡˈoʊst ʌv wˈɑːbɜːn skwˈɛɹ, æz lˈɑːɹdʒ æz ðə sˈuːp plˈeɪts ɪz hɪz ɡlˈɛɹɪŋ ˈaɪz, ðə sˈaɪt ʌvwˈɪtʃ pˌʊts juː ɪn dɹˈɛd, hiːz ɐ smˈɑːɹt lˈɪɾəl fˈɛloʊ ɐbˌaʊt tˈɛn fˈiːt hˈaɪ, wɪð ɐ mˈɔnstɹəs dˈɔŋki lˈaɪk hˈɛd.