text_original: Now baud yon there, ye're out o' sight, Below the fatt'rels, snug an' tight; Na, faith, ye yet ! ye '11 no be right Till ye 've goj on it, The very tapmosl tow'ring height O' Miss's bonnet.
text_transcription: NOW HOLD YOU THERE YE'RE OUT O SIGHT BELOW THE FETTEREL SNUG AND TIGHT NA FACE YET HE'LL NO BE RIGHT TILL YE'VE GOT ON'T THE VERY TOPMOST TOWERING HEIGHT O MISSES BONNET
phonemes: nˈaʊ bˈɔːd jˈɑːn ðˈɛɹ, jˌiːɚɹ ˈaʊt ˈoʊ sˈaɪt, bᵻlˌoʊ ðə fˈætɹəlz, snˈʌɡ æn tˈaɪt; nˈɑː, fˈeɪθ, jiː jˈɛt ! jiː ɪlˈɛvən nˈoʊ biː ɹˈaɪt tˈɪl jiː vˈiː ɡˈɑːdʒ ˈɔn ɪt, ðə vˈɛɹi tˈæpmɑːsəl tˈoʊɹɪŋ hˈaɪt ˈoʊ mˈɪsᵻz bˈɑːnɪt.