text_original: Ev'n Satan glowered, and fidged fu' fain, And botched and blew wi' might and main ; Till first ae caper, syne anither, — Tarn tint his reason a' thegither, And roars out, " Weel done, Cutty sark
text_transcription: EVEN SATAN GLOWERED AND FITCHED FULL FAIN AND HOTCHED AND BLEW WITH MIGHT AND MAIN TILL FIRST A CAPER SIGNA NITHER TOM TENT HIS REASON ALTOGETHER AND DRAWS OUT WELL DONE CUTTIE SARK
phonemes: ˈɛvn sˈeɪtən ɡlˈaʊɚd, ænd fˈɪdʒd fˈuː fˈeɪn, ænd bˈɑːtʃt ænd blˈuː wˈaɪ mˌaɪt ænd mˈeɪn ; tˈɪl fˈɜːst ˌeɪˈiː kˈeɪpɚ, sˈaɪn ˈænɪðɚ, — tˈɑːɹn tˈɪnt hɪz ɹˈiːzən ɐ ðəɡˈɪðɚ, ænd ɹˈɔːɹz ˈaʊt, " wˈiːl dˈʌn, kˈʌɾi sˈɑːɹk