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!'
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
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!