text_original: "But a churl comes adrip from the rivers, pants me out, fallen spent on the floor, 'O King Raedwald, Northumberland marches, and to morrow knocks hard at thy door, Hot for melting thy crown on the hearth!' Then commend me to Woden and Thor! "Could I sit then and listen to preachments on turning the cheek to the blow, And saying a prayer for the smiter, and holding my seen treasure low For the sake of a treasure unseen?
text_transcription: BUT A CHURL COMES A DRIP FROM THE RIVERS PANTS ME OUT FALLEN SPENT ON THE FLOOR O KING RAIDWALD NORTHUMBERLAND MARCHES AND TO MORROW KNOCKS HARD AT THY DOOR HOT FOR MELTING THY CROWN ON THE HEARTH THEN COMMEND ME TO WODEN AND TORE COULD I SIT THEN AND LISTEN TO PREACHMENTS ON TURNING THE CHEEK TO THE BLOW AND SAYING A PRAYER FOR THE SMITER AND HOLDING MY SEEN TREASURE LOW FOR THE SAKE OF A TREASURE UNSEEN
phonemes: "bˌʌt ɐ tʃˈɜːl kˈʌmz ɐdɹˈɪp fɹʌmðə ɹˈɪvɚz, pˈænts mˌiː ˈaʊt, fˈɔːlən spˈɛnt ɔnðə flˈɔːɹ, ˈoʊ kˈɪŋ ɹˈiːdwəld, nɔːɹθˈʌmbɚlənd mˈɑːɹtʃᵻz, ænd tə mˈɑːɹoʊ nˈɑːks hˈɑːɹd æt ðˌaɪ dˈɔːɹ, hˈɑːt fɔːɹ mˈɛltɪŋ ðˌaɪ kɹˈaʊn ɔnðə hˈɑːɹθ!ðˈɛn kəmˈɛnd mˌiː tə wˈoʊdən ænd θˈɔːɹ! "kʊd aɪ sˈɪt ðˈɛn ænd lˈɪsən tə pɹˈiːtʃmənts ˌɔn tˈɜːnɪŋ ðə tʃˈiːk tə ðə blˈoʊ, ænd sˈeɪɪŋ ɐ pɹˈɛɹ fɚðə smˈaɪɾɚ, ænd hˈoʊldɪŋ maɪ sˈiːn tɹˈɛʒɚ lˈoʊ fɚðə sˈeɪk əvə tɹˈɛʒɚɹ ʌnsˈiːn?