text_original: 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. Farewell to you, My house, and wife, and children! now, adieu."
text_transcription: 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 FAREWELL TO YOU MY HOUSE AND WIFE AND CHILDREN NOW ADIEU
phonemes: 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. fɛɹwˈɛl tə juː, maɪ hˈaʊs, ænd wˈaɪf, ænd tʃˈɪldɹən! nˈaʊ, ɐdjˈuː."