text_original: Could I from the building's top Hear the rattling thunder drop, While the devil upon the roof (If the devil be thunder proof) Should with poker fiery red Crack the stones, and melt the lead; Drive them down on every skull, When the den of thieves is full; Quite destroy that harpies' nest; How might then our isle be blest!
text_transcription: COULD I FROM THE BUILDING'S TOP HEAR THE RATTLING THUNDER DROP WHILE THE DEVIL UPON THE ROOF IF THE DEVIL BE THUNDERPROOF SHOULD WITH POKER FIERY RED CRACK THE STONES AND MELT THE LEAD DRIVE THEM DOWN ON EVERY SKULL WHEN THE DEN OF THIEVES IS FULL QUITE DESTROY THAT HARPY'S NEST HOW MIGHT THEN OUR ISLE BE BLEST
phonemes: kʊd aɪ fɹʌmðə bˈɪldɪŋz tˈɑːp hˈɪɹ ðə ɹˈæɾəlɪŋ θˈʌndɚ dɹˈɑːp, wˌaɪl ðə dˈɛvəl əpˌɑːn ðə ɹˈuːf (ɪf ðə dˈɛvəl biː θˈʌndɚ pɹˈuːf) ʃˌʊd wɪð pˈoʊkɚ fˈaɪɚɹi ɹˈɛd kɹˈæk ðə stˈoʊnz, ænd mˈɛlt ðə lˈiːd; dɹˈaɪv ðˌɛm dˌaʊn ˌɔn ˈɛvɹi skˈʌl, wˌɛn ðə dˈɛn ʌv θˈiːvz ɪz fˈʊl; kwˈaɪt dᵻstɹˈɔɪ ðæt hˈɑːɹpiz nˈɛst; hˌaʊ mˌaɪt ðˈɛn ˌaʊɚɹ ˈaɪəl biː blˈɛst!