text_original: For all the thrilling tales he told, For all the tunes the fiddle knew, For all the glorious nights of old We boys and he have rollicked through, For laughter all unknown to wealth That roared responsive to a pun, A hale, ripe age and ruddy health To old man Jesse Covington!
text_transcription: FOR ALL THE THRILLING TALES HE TOLD FOR ALL THE TUNES THE FIDDLE KNEW FOR ALL THE GLORIOUS NIGHTS OF OLD WE BOYS AND HE HAVE ROLLICKED THROUGH FOR LAUGHTER ALL UNKNOWN TO WEALTH THAT WROUGHT RESPONSIVE TO A PUN A HAIL RIPE AGE AND RUDDY HEALTH TO OLD MAN JESSE COBBINGTON
phonemes: fɔːɹ ˈɔːl ðə θɹˈɪlɪŋ tˈeɪlz hiː tˈoʊld, fɔːɹ ˈɔːl ðə tˈuːnz ðə fˈɪdəl nˈuː, fɔːɹ ˈɔːl ðə ɡlˈɔːɹiəs nˈaɪts ʌv ˈoʊld wiː bˈɔɪz ænd hiː hæv ɹˈoʊlɪkt θɹˈuː, fɔːɹ lˈæftɚɹ ˈɔːl ʌnnˈoʊn tə wˈɛlθ ðæt ɹˈɔːɹd ɹᵻspˈɑːnsɪv tʊ ɐ pˈʌn, ɐ hˈeɪl, ɹˈaɪp ˈeɪdʒ ænd ɹˈʌdi hˈɛlθ tʊ ˈoʊld mˈæn dʒˈɛsi kˈoʊvɪŋtən!