text_original: Dear madam, whene'er of a barrack I think, An I were to be hang'd, I can't sleep a wink: For if a new crotchet comes into my brain, I can't get it out, though I'd never so fain.
text_transcription: DEAR MADAM WHEN HEAR OF A BARRACK I THINK AND I WERE TO BE ANGED I CAN'T SLEEP A WINK FOR IF A NEW CROTCHIT COMES INTO MY BRAIN I CAN'T GET IT OUT THOUGH I'D NEVER SO FAIN
phonemes: dˈɪɹ mˈædəm, wˈɛnɛɹ əvə bˈɛɹək aɪ θˈɪŋk, ɐn aɪ wɜː təbi hˈæŋd, aɪ kˈænt slˈiːp ɐ wˈɪŋk: fɔːɹ ɪf ɐ nˈuː kɹˈɑːtʃɪt kˈʌmz ˌɪntʊ maɪ bɹˈeɪn, aɪ kˈænt ɡɛt ɪɾ ˈaʊt, ðˌoʊ aɪd nˈɛvɚ sˌoʊ fˈeɪn.