text_original: 'Tis a thought that came into my noddle this morning, In bed as I lay, sir, a tossing and turning. You'll find if you read but a few of your histories, All women, as Eve, all women are mysteries.
text_transcription: TIS A THOUGHT THAT CAME INTO MY NODDLE THIS MORNING IN BED AS I LAY SARAH TOSSING AND TURNING YOU'LL FIND IF YOU READ BUT A FEW OF YOUR HISTORIES ALL WOMEN AS EVE ALL WOMEN ARE MYSTERIES
phonemes: tˈɪz ɐ θˈɔːt ðæt kˈeɪm ˌɪntʊ maɪ nˈɑːdəl ðɪs mˈɔːɹnɪŋ, ɪn bˈɛd æz aɪ lˈeɪ, sˌɜː, ɐ tˈɔsɪŋ ænd tˈɜːnɪŋ. juːl fˈaɪnd ɪf juː ɹˈiːd bˌʌt ɐ fjˈuː ʌv jʊɹ hˈɪstɚɹiz, ˈɔːl wˈɪmɪn, æz ˈiːv, ˈɔːl wˈɪmɪn ɑːɹ mˈɪstɚɹiz.