text_original: After some time he, once more well to do, Had flocks again to answer to his call; One day when winds were low, and vessels drew Safely towards the shore and home, the Shepherd stood Upon the sunny cliff: "Fair nymphs," he cried, "Seek some one else, I pray you be so good; Ma foi, you don't catch me with any tide."
text_transcription: AFTER SOME TIME HE ONCE MORE WELL TO DO HAD FLOCKS AGAIN TO ANSWER TO HIS CALL ONE DAY WHEN WINDS WERE LOW AND VESSELS DREW SAFELY TOWARDS THE SHORE AND HOME THE SHEPHERD STOOD UPON THE SUNNY CLIFF FAIR NYMPHS HE CRIED SEEK SOME ONE ELSE I PRAY YOU BE SO GOOD MA FOI YOU DON'T CATCH ME WITH ANY TIDE
phonemes: ˈæftɚ sˌʌm tˈaɪm hiː, wˈʌns mˈɔːɹ wˈɛl tə dˈuː, hæd flˈɑːks ɐɡˈɛn tʊ ˈænsɚ tə hɪz kˈɔːl; wˈʌn dˈeɪ wɛn wˈɪndz wɜː lˈoʊ, ænd vˈɛsəlz dɹˈuː sˈeɪfli təwˈɔːɹdz ðə ʃˈɔːɹ ænd hˈoʊm, ðə ʃˈɛpɚd stˈʊd əpˌɑːn ðə sˈʌni klˈɪf: "fˈɛɹ nˈɪmfz," hiː kɹˈaɪd, "sˈiːk sˈʌmwʌn ˈɛls, aɪ pɹˈeɪ juː biː sˌoʊ ɡˈʊd; mˈɑː fˈɔɪ, juː dˈoʊnt kˈætʃ mˌiː wɪð ˌɛni tˈaɪd."