text_original: And when the parson came to say, My goods were yours, if I had got any, And you should honor and obey, Who could have thought  "O Bay of Botany!" But oh!  the worst of all your slips I did not till this day discover   That down in Deptford's prison ships, O Mary! you've a hulking lover!
text_transcription: AND WHEN THE PARSON CAME TO SAY MY GOODS WERE YOURS IF I HAD GOT ANY AND YOU SHOULD HONOR AND OBEY WHO COULD HAVE THOUGHT OBEY OF BOTANY BUT OH THE WORST OF ALL YOUR SLIPS I DID NOT TILL THIS DAY DISCOVER THAT DOWN IN DEPTFORD'S PRISONSHIPS OH MERRY HUVER HULKING LOVER
phonemes: ænd wɛn ðə pˈɑːɹsən kˈeɪm tə sˈeɪ, maɪ ɡˈʊdz wɜː jˈɔːɹz, ɪf aɪ hæd ɡˈɑːt ˌɛni, ænd juː ʃˌʊd ˈɑːnɚ ænd oʊbˈeɪ, hˌuː kˌʊdɐv θˈɔːt  "ˈoʊ bˈeɪ ʌv bˈɑːtəni!" bˌʌt ˈoʊ!  ðə wˈɜːst ʌv ˈɔːl jʊɹ slˈɪps aɪ dɪdnˌɑːt tˈɪl ðɪs dˈeɪ dɪskˈʌvɚ ðæt dˌaʊn ɪn dᵻptfˈɔːɹdz pɹˈɪzən ʃˈɪps, ˈoʊ mˈɛɹi! juːv ɐ hˈʌlkɪŋ lˈʌvɚ!