text_original: — Ah ! little kenned thy reverend grannie That sark she coft for her wee Nannie Wi' twa pund Scots ft was a' her riches) Wad ever graced a dance o' witches ! 7G POEMS OF FANCY. But here my Muse her wing maun cower, Sic flights are far beyond her power ; To sing how Nannie lap and flang (A souple jade she was and Strang), And how Tarn stood like ane bewitched, And thought his very een enriched.
text_transcription: AH LITTLE CAN THY REVEREND GRANNIE THAT SARK SHE COUGHED FOR HER WEE NANNY WITH TWA PUN SCOTS TWAS ALL HER RICHES WHATEVER GRACED THE DANCE OF WITCHES BUT HERE MY MUSE HER WING MOAN COWER SICH FLIGHTS ARE FAR BEYOND HER POWER TO SING HOW NANNY LAP AND FLANG A SUPPLE JADE SHE WAS AND STRANG AND HOW TOM STOOD LIKE UNBEWITCHED AND THOUGHT HIS VERY EEN ENRICHED
phonemes: — ˈɑː ! lˈɪɾəl kˈɛnd ðˌaɪ ɹˈɛvɚɹˌɛnd ɡɹˈæni ðæt sˈɑːɹk ʃiː kˈɔft fɔːɹ hɜː wˈiː nˈæni wˈaɪ twˈɑː pˈʌnd skˈɑːts ˌɛftˈiː wʌzɐ hɜː ɹˈɪtʃᵻz) wˈɑːd ˈɛvɚ ɡɹˈeɪst ɐ dˈæns ˈoʊ wˈɪtʃᵻz ! sˈɛvən dʒˈiː pˈoʊᵻmz ʌv fˈænsi. bˌʌt hˈɪɹ maɪ mjˈuːz hɜː wˈɪŋ mˈɔːn kˈaʊɚ, sˈɪk flˈaɪts ɑːɹ fˈɑːɹ bᵻjˌɔnd hɜː pˈaʊɚ ; tə sˈɪŋ hˌaʊ nˈæni lˈæp ænd flˈæŋ (ɐ sˈuːpəl dʒˈeɪd ʃiː wʌz ænd stɹˈæŋ), ænd hˌaʊ tˈɑːɹn stˈʊd lˈaɪk ˈeɪn bᵻwˈɪtʃt, ænd θˈɔːt hɪz vˈɛɹi ˈiːn ɛnɹˈɪtʃt.