text_original: To Walpole you might lend a line, But much I fear he's in decline; And if you chance to come too late, When he goes out, you share his fate, And bear the new successor's frown; Or, whom you once sang up, sing down.
text_transcription: TO WALPOLE YOU MIGHT LEND A LINE BUT MUCH I FEAR HE'S IN DECLINE AND IF YOU CHANCE TO COME TOO LATE WHEN HE GOES OUT YOU SHARE HIS FATE AND BEAR THE NEW SUCCESSOR'S FROWN O'ER WHOM YOU ONCE SANG UP SING DOWN
phonemes: tə wˈɔlpoʊl juː mˌaɪt lˈɛnd ɐ lˈaɪn, bˌʌt mˈʌtʃ aɪ fˈɪɹ hiːz ɪn dᵻklˈaɪn; ænd ɪf juː tʃˈæns tə kˈʌm tˈuː lˈeɪt, wˌɛn hiː ɡoʊz ˈaʊt, juː ʃˈɛɹ hɪz fˈeɪt, ænd bˈɛɹ ðə nˈuː səksˈɛsɚz fɹˈaʊn; ɔːɹ, hˈuːm juː wˈʌns sˈæŋ ˈʌp, sˈɪŋ dˈaʊn.