text_original: 'Tis of shine a mouth moon ful, you won't part with a spoonful, And I must be nimble, if I can fill my thimble, You see I won't stop, till I come to a drop; But I doubt the oraculum, is a poor supernaculum; Though perhaps you may tell it, for a grace if we smell it.
text_transcription: TIS OF SHINA MOUTH MOONFUL YOU WON'T PART WITH A SPOONFUL AND I MUST BE NIMBLE IF I CAN FILL MY THIMBLE YOU SEE I WON'T STOP TILL I COME TO A DROP BUT I DOUBT THE ORACULUM IS A POOR SUPERNACULUM THOUGH PERHAPS YOU MAY TELL IT FOR A GRACE IF WE SMELL IT
phonemes: tˈɪz ʌv ʃˈaɪn ɐ mˈaʊθ mˈuːn fˈʌl, juː woʊnt pˈɑːɹt wɪð ɐ spˈuːnfəl, ænd aɪ mˈʌst biː nˈɪmbəl, ɪf aɪ kæn fˈɪl maɪ θˈɪmbəl, juː sˈiː aɪ woʊnt stˈɑːp, tˈɪl aɪ kˈʌm tʊ ɐ dɹˈɑːp; bˌʌt aɪ dˈaʊt ðɪ ɔːɹˈækjʊləm, ɪz ɐ pˈʊɹ sˌuːpɚnˈækjʊləm; ðˌoʊ pɚhˈæps juː mˈeɪ tˈɛl ɪt, fɚɹə ɡɹˈeɪs ɪf wiː smˈɛl ɪt.