text_original: My tongue is black, my mouth is furr'd, I hardly now can force a word. I die unpitied and forgot, And on some dunghill left to rot.
text_transcription: MY TONGUE IS BLACK MY MOUTH IS FURRED I HARDLY NOW CAN FORCE A WORD I DIE UNPITIED AND FORGOT AND ON SOME DUNGHILL LEFT TO ROT
phonemes: maɪ tˈʌŋ ɪz blˈæk, maɪ mˈaʊθ ɪz fˈɜːd, aɪ hˈɑːɹdli nˈaʊ kæn fˈɔːɹs ɐ wˈɜːd. aɪ dˈaɪ ʌnpˈɪɾid ænd fɚɡˈɑːt, ænd ˌɔn sˌʌm dˈʌŋhɪl lˈɛft tə ɹˈɑːt.