text_original: But I trow that it went dry And all was made bare, for the sin Which my father and mother sinned. Like the prints of their feet, They all became dry as herbs, Alas, when the morsel was eaten.
text_transcription: BUT I TROW THAT IT WENT DRY AND ALL WAS MADE BARE FOR THE SIN WHICH MY FATHER AND MOTHERS SINNED LIKE THE PRINCE OF THEIR FEET THEY ALL BECAME DRY AS HERBS ALAS WHEN THE MORSEL WAS EATEN
phonemes: bˌʌt aɪ tɹˈoʊ ðˌɐɾɪt wɛnt dɹˈaɪ ænd ˈɔːl wʌz mˌeɪd bˈɛɹ, fɚðə sˈɪn wˌɪtʃ maɪ fˈɑːðɚ ænd mˈʌðɚ sˈɪnd. lˈaɪk ðə pɹˈɪnts ʌv ðɛɹ fˈiːt, ðeɪ ˈɔːl bɪkˌeɪm dɹˈaɪ æz ˈɜːbz, ɐlˈæs, wˌɛn ðə mˈɔːɹsəl wʌz ˈiːʔn̩.