text_original: He can eat, drink, and sleep; now and then for a friend He'll not be too proud an old kettle to mend; He can lie like a courtier, and think it no scorn, When gold's to be got, to forswear and suborn. He can rap his own raps[1] and has the true sapience, To turn a good penny to twenty bad halfpence.
text_transcription: HE CAN EAT DRINK AND SLEEP NOW AND THEN FOR A FRIEND HE'LL NOT BE TOO PROUD AN OLD KETTLE TO MEND HE CAN LIE LIKE A COURTIER AND THINK IT NO SCORN WHEN GOLD'S TO BE GOT TO FORSWEAR AND SUBORNE HE CAN WRAP HIS OWN WRAPS AND HAS THE TRUE SAPIENTS TO TURN A GOOD PENNY TO TWENTY BAD HALFPENCE
phonemes: hiː kæn ˈiːt, dɹˈɪŋk, ænd slˈiːp; nˈaʊ ænd ðˈɛn fɚɹə fɹˈɛnd hiːl nˌɑːt biː tˈuː pɹˈaʊd ɐn ˈoʊld kˈɛɾəl tə mˈɛnd; hiː kæn lˈaɪ lˈaɪk ɐ kˈɔːɹɾiɚ, ænd θˈɪŋk ɪt nˈoʊ skˈɔːɹn, wˌɛn ɡˈoʊldz təbi ɡˈɑːt, tə fɔːɹswˈɛɹ ænd sˈʌbɔːɹn. hiː kæn ɹˈæp hɪz ˈoʊn ɹˈæps[wˈʌn] ænd hɐz ðə tɹˈuː sˈæpiəns, tə tˈɜːn ɐ ɡˈʊd pˈɛni tə twˈɛnti bˈæd hˈæfpəns.