text_original: No little boys and girls to cry, "There's nimble Tim a passing by!" No more my dear delightful way tread Of keeping up a party hatred? Will none the Tory dogs pursue, When through the streets I cry halloo? Must all my d  n me's! bloods and wounds! Pass only now for empty sounds? Shall Tory rascals be elected, Although I swear them disaffected? And when I roar, "a plot, a plot!" Will our own party mind me not?
text_transcription: NO LITTLE BOYS AND GIRLS TO CRY THERE'S NIMBLE TIM A PASSING BY NO MORE MY DEAR DELIGHTFUL WAY TREAD OF KEEPING UP A PARTY HATRED WILL NONE THE TORIED DOGS PURSUE WHEN THROUGH THE STREETS I CRY HALLOO MUST ALL MY DAMNIES BLOODS AND WOUNDS PASS ONLY NOW FOR EMPTY ZONES SHALL TORY RASCALS BE ELECTED ALTHOUGH I SWEAR THEM DISAFFECTED AND WHEN I ROAR A PLOT A PLOT WILL OUR OWN PARTY MIND ME NOT
phonemes: nˈoʊ lˈɪɾəl bˈɔɪz ænd ɡˈɜːlz tə kɹˈaɪ, "ðɛɹz nˈɪmbəl tˈɪm ɐ pˈæsɪŋ bˈaɪ!" nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ maɪ dˈɪɹ dᵻlˈaɪtfəl wˈeɪ tɹˈɛd ʌv kˈiːpɪŋ ˌʌp ɐ pˈɑːɹɾi hˈeɪtɹɪd? wɪl nˈʌn ðə tˈɔːɹi dˈɑːɡz pɚsˈuː, wˌɛn θɹuː ðə stɹˈiːts aɪ kɹˈaɪ hˈæluː? mˈʌst ˈɔːl maɪ dˈiː ˈɛn mˌiːz! blˈʌdz ænd wˈuːndz! pˈæs ˈoʊnli nˈaʊ fɔːɹ ˈɛmpti sˈaʊndz? ʃˌæl tˈɔːɹi ɹˈæskəlz biː ᵻlˈɛktᵻd, ɔːlðˈoʊ aɪ swˈɛɹ ðˌɛm dˌɪsɐfˈɛktᵻd? ænd wɛn aɪ ɹˈɔːɹ, "ɐ plˈɑːt, ɐ plˈɑːt!" wɪl ˌaʊɚɹ ˈoʊn pˈɑːɹɾi mˈaɪnd mˌiː nˈɑːt?