text_original: _ Dear madam, be sure he's a fine spoken man, Do but hear on the clergy how glib his tongue ran; And, 'madam,' says he, 'if such dinners you give, You'll ne'er want for parsons as long as you live.
text_transcription: DEAR MADAM BE SURE HE'S A FINE SPOKEN MAN DO BUT EAR ON THE CLERGY HOW GLIB HIS TONGUE RAN AND MADAM SAYS HE IF SUCH DINNERS YOU GIVE YOU'LL NEAR WANT FOR PARSONS AS LONG AS YOU LIVE
phonemes: dˈɪɹ mˈædəm, biː ʃˈʊɹ hiːz ɐ fˈaɪn spˈoʊkən mˈæn, dˈuː bˌʌt hˈɪɹ ɔnðə klˈɜːdʒi hˌaʊ ɡlˈɪb hɪz tˈʌŋ ɹˈæn; ænd, mˈædəm,sˈɛz hiː, ɪf sˈʌtʃ dˈɪnɚz juː ɡˈɪv, juːl nˈɛɹ wˈɔnt fɔːɹ pˈɑːɹsənz æz lˈɔŋ æz juː lˈɪv.