text_original: SHEELAH Dermot, I swear, though Tady's locks could hold Ten thousand lice, and every louse was gold; Him on my lap you never more shall see; Or may I lose my weeding knife  and thee!
text_transcription: SHEILA DERMOT I SWEAR THOUGH TEDY'S LOCKS COULD HOLD TEN THOUSAND LICE AND EVERY LOUSE WAS GOLD HIM ON MY LAP YOU NEVER MORE SHALL SEE OR MAY I LOSE MY WEEDING KNIFE AND THEE
phonemes: ʃˈiːlə dˈɜːmɑːt, aɪ swˈɛɹ, ðˌoʊ tˈeɪdiz lˈɑːks kʊd hˈoʊld tˈɛn θˈaʊzənd lˈaɪs, ænd ˈɛvɹi lˈaʊs wʌz ɡˈoʊld; hˌɪm ˌɔn maɪ lˈæp juː nˈɛvɚ mˈɔːɹ ʃˌæl sˈiː; ɔːɹ mˈeɪ aɪ lˈuːz maɪ wˈiːdɪŋ nˈaɪf ænd ðˈiː!