text_original: My God ! I would crop the tails of the curs who fled from Pavia." And in every village the laborers sang the first '' Chanson de Pavie " with its melancholy close : — " Mais par gens deshonnestes Fust laisse lachement."
text_transcription: MY GOD I WOULD CROP THE TAILS OF THE CURS WHO FLED FROM PAVILLE AND IN EVERY VILLAGE THE LABORER SANG THE FIRST CHANCEON DE PAVIL WITH ITS MELANCHOLY CLOTHES ME PAR JEAN DESONNETTE FU LESSE LACHEMOST
phonemes: maɪ ɡˈɑːd ! aɪ wʊd kɹˈɑːp ðə tˈeɪlz ʌvðə kˈɜːz hˌuː flˈɛd fɹʌm pˈæviə." ænd ɪn ˈɛvɹi vˈɪlɪdʒ ðə lˈeɪbɚɹɚz sˈæŋ ðə fˈɜːst tʃˈænsən də pˈeɪvi " wɪð ɪts mˈɛləŋkˌɑːli klˈoʊs : — " mˈaɪz pˈɑːɹ dʒˈɛnz dˈɛshənˌɛsts fˈʌst lˈeɪs lˈæʃmɔ̃."