text_original: I'd have you honour age whose precepts now you hear with scorn, Remember! we were men, my boy, long, long ere you were born, Have trodden long ago the path which you have yet to tread, And now bequeath experience which may serve you when we're dead.
text_transcription: I'D HAVE YOUR HONOUR AGE WHOSE PRECEPTS NOW YOU HEAR WITH SCORN REMEMBER WE WERE MEN MY BOY LONG LONG ERE YOU WERE BORN HAVE TRODDEN LONG AGO THE PATH WHICH YOU HAVE YET TO TREAD AND NOW BEQUEATH EXPERIENCE WHICH MAY SERVE YOU WHEN WE ARE DEAD
phonemes: aɪd hæv juː ˈɑːnɚɹ ˈeɪdʒ hˌuːz pɹˈiːsɛpts nˈaʊ juː hˈɪɹ wɪð skˈɔːɹn, ɹᵻmˈɛmbɚ! wiː wɜː mˈɛn, maɪ bˈɔɪ, lˈɔŋ, lˈɔŋ ˈɛɹ juː wɜː bˈɔːɹn, hæv tɹˈɑːdən lˈɔŋ ɐɡˈoʊ ðə pˈæθ wˌɪtʃ juː hæv jˈɛt tə tɹˈɛd, ænd nˈaʊ bᵻkwˈiːθ ɛkspˈiəɹɪəns wˌɪtʃ mˈeɪ sˈɜːv juː wɛn wɪɹ dˈɛd.