text_original: This may be true  submitting still To Walpole's more than royal will; And what condition can be worse? He comes to drain a beggar's purse; He comes to tie our chains on faster, And show us England is our master: Caressing knaves, and dunces wooing, To make them work their own undoing.
text_transcription: THIS MAY BE TRUE SUBMITTING STILL TO WALPOLE'S MORE THAN ROYAL WILL AND WHAT CONDITION CAN BE WORSE HE COMES TO DRAIN A BEGGAR'S PURSE HE COMES TO TIE OUR CHAINS ON FASTER AND SHOW US ENGLAND IS OUR MASTER CARESSING KNAVES AND DUNCES WOOING TO MAKE THEM WORK THEIR OWN UNDOING
phonemes: ðɪs mˈeɪ biː tɹˈuː səbmˈɪɾɪŋ stˈɪl tə wˈɔlpoʊlz mˈɔːɹ ðɐn ɹˈɔɪəl wˈɪl; ænd wʌt kəndˈɪʃən kæn biː wˈɜːs? hiː kˈʌmz tə dɹˈeɪn ɐ bˈɛɡɚz pˈɜːs; hiː kˈʌmz tə tˈaɪ ˌaʊɚ tʃˈeɪnz ˌɔn fˈæstɚ, ænd ʃˈoʊ ˌʌs ˈɪŋɡlənd ɪz ˌaʊɚ mˈæstɚ: kɚɹˈɛsɪŋ nˈeɪvz, ænd dˈʌnsᵻz wˈuːɪŋ, tə mˌeɪk ðˌɛm wˈɜːk ðɛɹ ˈoʊn ʌndˈuːɪŋ.