text_original: Don Carlos made her chief director, That she might o'er the servants hector. In half a week the dame grew nice, Got all things at the highest price: Now at the table head she sits, Presented with the nicest bits: She look'd on partridges with scorn, Except they tasted of the corn: A haunch of ven'son made her sweat, Unless it had the right _fumette_.
text_transcription: DON CARLOS MADE HER CHIEF DIRECTOR THAT SHE MIGHT OAR THE SERVANTS HECTOR IN HALF A WEEK THE DAME GREW NICE GOT ALL THINGS AT THE HIGHEST PRICE NOW AT THE TABLE HEAD SHE SITS PRESENTED WITH THE NICEST BITS SHE LOOKED ON PARTRIDGES WITH SCORN EXCEPT THEY TASTED OF THE CORN A HAUNCH OF VENISON MADE HER SWEAT UNLESS IT HAD THE RIGHT FOUQUETTE
phonemes: dˈɑːn kˈɑːɹloʊz mˌeɪd hɜː tʃˈiːf dᵻɹˈɛktɚ, ðæt ʃiː mˌaɪt ˈɔːɹ ðə sˈɜːvənts hˈɛktɚ. ɪn hˈæf ɐ wˈiːk ðə dˈeɪm ɡɹˈuː nˈaɪs, ɡɑːt ˈɔːl θˈɪŋz æt ðə hˈaɪɪst pɹˈaɪs: nˈaʊ æt ðə tˈeɪbəl hˈɛd ʃiː sˈɪts, pɹɪzˈɛntᵻd wɪððə nˈaɪsɪst bˈɪts: ʃiː lˈʊkd ˌɔn pˈɑːɹtɹɪdʒᵻz wɪð skˈɔːɹn, ɛksˈɛpt ðeɪ tˈeɪstᵻd ʌvðə kˈɔːɹn: ɐ hˈɔːntʃ ʌv vˈɛnsən mˌeɪd hɜː swˈɛt, ʌnlˈɛs ɪt hæd ðə ɹˈaɪt fjuːmˈɛt.