text_original: That brought to luckless back his strap, To hanging head his Dunce's cap   Old Daddy Hight. No blotted page dared meet his eye; The owner quaked and wished to die, When rod in hand, with wrath strode by   Old Daddy Hight.
text_transcription: THAT BROUGHT TO LUCKLESS BACK HIS STRAP TO HANGING HEAD HIS STUNZER'S CAP OLD DADDY HYTE NO BLOTTED PAGE DARED MEET HIS EYE THE OWNER QUAKED AND WISHED TO DIE WHEN ROD IN HAND WITH WRATH STRODE BY OLD DADDY HYTE
phonemes: ðæt bɹˈɔːt tə lˈʌkləs bˈæk hɪz stɹˈæp, tə hˈæŋɪŋ hˈɛd hɪz dˈʌnsᵻz kˈæp ˈoʊld dˈædi hˈaɪt. nˈoʊ blˈɑːɾᵻd pˈeɪdʒ dˈɛɹd mˈiːt hɪz ˈaɪ; ðɪ ˈoʊnɚ kwˈeɪkt ænd wˈɪʃt tə dˈaɪ, wˌɛn ɹˈɑːd ɪn hˈænd, wɪð ɹˈæθ stɹˈoʊd baɪ ˈoʊld dˈædi hˈaɪt.