text_original: You will be my thankers, I'll make you my bankers, As good as Ben Burton or Fade;[2] For nothing shall pass But my pretty brass, And then you'll be all of a trade. I'm a son of a whore If I have a word more To say in this wretched condition.
text_transcription: YOU WILL BE MY THANKERS I'LL MAKE YOU MY BANKERS AS GOOD AS BEN BURTON OR FADE FOR NOTHING SHALL PASS BUT MY PRETTY BRASS AND THEN YOU'LL BE ALL OF A TRADE I'M A SON OF A WHORE IF I HAVE A WORD MORE TO SAY IN THIS WRETCHED CONDITION
phonemes: juː wɪl biː maɪ θˈæŋkɚz, aɪl mˌeɪk juː maɪ bˈæŋkɚz, æz ɡˈʊd æz bˈɛn bˈɜːtən ɔːɹ fˈeɪd;[tˈuː] fɔːɹ nˈʌθɪŋ ʃˌæl pˈæs bˌʌt maɪ pɹˈɪɾi bɹˈæs, ænd ðˈɛn juːl biː ˈɔːl əvə tɹˈeɪd. aɪm ɐ sˈʌn əvə hˈɔːɹ ɪf aɪ hæv ɐ wˈɜːd mˈɔːɹ tə sˈeɪ ɪn ðɪs ɹˈɛtʃᵻd kəndˈɪʃən.