text_original: SHEELAH In at the pantry door, this morn I slipt, And from the shelf a charming crust I whipt: Dennis[4] was out, and I got hither safe; And thou, my dear, shall have the bigger half.
text_transcription: SHEILA IN AT THE PANTRY DOOR THIS MORN I SLIPPED AND FROM THE SHELF A CHARMING CRUST I WHIPPED DENIS WAS OUT AND I GOT HITHER SCATH AND THOU MY DEAR SHALT HAVE THE BIGGER HALF
phonemes: ʃˈiːlə ɪn æt ðə pˈæntɹi dˈɔːɹ, ðɪs mˈɔːɹn aɪ slˈɪpt, ænd fɹʌmðə ʃˈɛlf ɐ tʃˈɑːɹmɪŋ kɹˈʌst aɪ wˈɪpt: dˈɛnɪs[fˈɔːɹ] wʌz ˈaʊt, ænd aɪ ɡɑːt hˈɪðɚ sˈeɪf; ænd ðˈaʊ, maɪ dˈɪɹ, ʃˌæl hæv ðə bˈɪɡɚ hˈæf.