text_original: ON THE MOON I with borrow'd silver shine What you see is none of mine. First I show you but a quarter, Like the bow that guards the Tartar: Then the half, and then the whole, Ever dancing round the pole.
text_transcription: ON THE MOON I WITH BORROWED SILVER SHINE WHAT YOU SEE IS NONE OF MINE FIRST I SHOW YOU BUT A QUARTER LIKE THE BOW THAT GUARDS THE TARTAR THEN THE HALF AND THEN THE WHOLE EVER DANCING ROUND THE POLE
phonemes: ɔnðə mˈuːn aɪ wɪð bˈɑːɹoʊd sˈɪlvɚ ʃˈaɪn wʌt juː sˈiː ɪz nˈʌn ʌv mˈaɪn. fˈɜːst aɪ ʃˈoʊ juː bˌʌt ɐ kwˈɔːɹɾɚ, lˈaɪk ðə bˈoʊ ðæt ɡˈɑːɹdz ðə tˈɑːɹɾɚ: ðˈɛn ðə hˈæf, ænd ðˈɛn ðə hˈoʊl, ˈɛvɚ dˈænsɪŋ ɹˈaʊnd ðə pˈoʊl.