text_original: "Now, fool! you talk absurd. If he the dangers knew as well as I, Till he was hoarse and blind he'd bleat and cry. And this my other friend, so calm and still, Would scream his life out, as I, carter, will. They think you're only going, on the morrow, From this his milk, from that his wool to borrow: They may be right or wrong, I do not know; But I am certain of the deadly blow: I'm good but for the spit.
text_transcription: NOW FOOL YOU TALK ABSURD IF HE THE DANGERS KNEW AS WELL AS I TILL HE WAS HOARSE AND BLIND HE'D BLEED AND CRY AND THIS MY OTHER FRIEND SO CALM AND STILL WOULD SCREAM HIS LIFE OUT AS I CARTER WILL THEY THINK YOU'RE ONLY GOING ON THE MORROW FROM THIS HIS MILK FROM THAT HIS WOOL TO MORROW THEY MAY BE RIGHT OR WRONG I DO NOT KNOW BUT I AM CERTAIN OF THE DEADLY BLOW I AM GOOD BUT FOR THE SPIT
phonemes: "nˈaʊ, fˈuːl! juː tˈɔːk ɐbsˈɜːd. ɪf hiː ðə dˈeɪndʒɚz nˈuː æz wˈɛl æz ˈaɪ, tˈɪl hiː wʌz hˈɔːɹs ænd blˈaɪnd hiːd blˈiːt ænd kɹˈaɪ. ænd ðɪs maɪ ˈʌðɚ fɹˈɛnd, sˌoʊ kˈɑːm ænd stˈɪl, wʊd skɹˈiːm hɪz lˈaɪf ˈaʊt, æz ˈaɪ, kˈɑːɹɾɚ, wˈɪl. ðeɪ θˈɪŋk jʊɹ ˈoʊnli ɡˈoʊɪŋ, ɔnðə mˈɑːɹoʊ, fɹʌm ðɪs hɪz mˈɪlk, fɹʌm ðæt hɪz wˈʊl tə bˈɑːɹoʊ: ðeɪ mˈeɪ biː ɹˈaɪt ɔːɹ ɹˈɔŋ, aɪ duːnˌɑːt nˈoʊ; bˌʌt aɪɐm sˈɜːʔn̩ ʌvðə dˈɛdli blˈoʊ: aɪm ɡˈʊd bˌʌt fɚðə spˈɪt.