text_original: At table, his majesty, dying for meat,   Yet never despising a lump that is sweet,   Sits close by my side with his head on my knee And steals every good resolution from me!
text_transcription: AT TABLE HIS MAJESTY DYING FOR MEAT YET NEVER DESPISING A LUMP THAT IS SWEET SITS CLOSE BY MY SIDE WITH HIS HEAD ON MY KNEE AND STEALS EVERY GOOD RESOLUTION FROM ME
phonemes: æt tˈeɪbəl, hɪz mˈædʒᵻsti, dˈaɪɪŋ fɔːɹ mˈiːt,   jˈɛt nˈɛvɚ dᵻspˈaɪzɪŋ ɐ lˈʌmp ðæt ɪz swˈiːt,   sˈɪts klˈoʊs baɪ maɪ sˈaɪd wɪð hɪz hˈɛd ˌɔn maɪ nˈiː ænd stˈiːlz ˈɛvɹi ɡˈʊd ɹˌɛzəlˈuːʃən fɹʌm mˌiː!