text_original: Foul lies, she said. Eh? lies, my Jehane? by God's head, At Paris folks would deem them true! Do you know, Jehane, they cry for you: Jehane the brown! Jehane the brown! Give us Jehane to burn or drown!
text_transcription: FOUL LIES SHE SAID AY LIES MAJORHAN BY GOD'S HEAD AT PARIS FOLKS WOULD DEEM THEM TRUE DO YOU KNOW JAN THEY CRY FOR YOU SHAN THE BROWN SHAHN THE BROWN GIVE US JAHAN TO BURN OR DROWN
phonemes: fˈaʊl lˈaɪz, ʃiː sˈɛd. ˈeɪ? lˈaɪz, maɪ dʒˈɛheɪn? baɪ ɡˈɑːdz hˈɛd, æt pˈæɹɪs fˈoʊks wʊd dˈiːm ðˌɛm tɹˈuː! dˈuː juː nˈoʊ, dʒˈɛheɪn, ðeɪ kɹˈaɪ fɔːɹ juː: dʒˈɛheɪn ðə bɹˈaʊn! dʒˈɛheɪn ðə bɹˈaʊn! ɡˈɪv ˌʌs dʒˈɛheɪn tə bˈɜːn ɔːɹ dɹˈaʊn!