text_original: Tarn lo'ed him like a vera brither ; They had been fou for weeks thegither. The night drave on wi' sangs and clatter, And aye the ale was growing better ; 72 POEMS OF FANCY. The landlady and Tarn grew gracious, Wi' favors secret, sweet, and precious ; The souter tauld his queerest stories ; The landlord's laugh was ready chorus ; The storm without might rair and rustle, Tarn did na mind the storm a whistle.
text_transcription: TOM LOADED HIM LIKE A VERA BRITHER THEY HAD BEEN FOE FOR WEEKS TOGETHER THE NIGHT DRAVE ON WITH SANGS AND CLATTER AND A AIDI ALE WAS GROWING BETTER THE LANDLADY AND TONGUE GREW GRACIOUS WITH FAVOURS SECRET SWEET AND PRECIOUS THE SOLDIER TOLD HIS QUEEREST STORIES THE LANDLORD'S LAUGH WAS READY CHORUS THE STORM WITHOUT MIGHT REAR AND RUSTLE TUNNED IN A MIND A STORM OR WHISTLE
phonemes: tˈɑːɹn lˈɑːd hˌɪm lˈaɪk ɐ vˈiəɹə bɹˈɪðɚ ; ðeɪ hɐdbɪn fˈuː fɔːɹ wˈiːks ðəɡˈɪðɚ. ðə nˈaɪt dɹˈeɪv ˌɔn wˈaɪ sˈæŋz ænd klˈæɾɚ, ænd ˈaɪ ðɪ ˈeɪl wʌz ɡɹˈoʊɪŋ bˈɛɾɚ ; sˈɛvənti tˈuː pˈoʊᵻmz ʌv fˈænsi. ðə lˈændleɪdi ænd tˈɑːɹn ɡɹˈuː ɡɹˈeɪʃəs, wˈaɪ fˈeɪvɚz sˈiːkɹᵻt, swˈiːt, ænd pɹˈɛʃəs ; ðə sˈaʊɾɚ tˈɔːld hɪz kwˈɪɹɪst stˈɔːɹiz ; ðə lˈændlɔːɹdz lˈæf wʌz ɹˈɛdi kˈɔːɹəs ; ðə stˈɔːɹm wɪðˌaʊt mˌaɪt ɹˈɛɹ ænd ɹˈʌsəl, tˈɑːɹn dˈɪd nˈɑː mˈaɪnd ðə stˈɔːɹm ɐ wˈɪsəl.