text_original: This comes of all your drunken tricks, Your Parry's and your brace of Dicks; Your hunting Helsham in his laboratory Too, was the time you saw that Drab lac a Pery But like the prelate who lives yonder a, And always cries he is like Cassandra; I always told you, Mr. Sheridan, If once this company you were rid on, Frequented honest folk, and very few, You'd live till all your friends were weary of you. But if rack punch you still would swallow, I then forewarn'd you what would follow.
text_transcription: THIS COMES OF ALL YOUR DRUNKEN TRICKS YOUR PARRY'S AND YOUR BRACE OF DIX YOUR HUNTING HELSHAM IN HIS LABORATORY TWAS THE TIME YOU SAW THAT DRAB LIKE A PARRY BUT LIKE THE PRELATE WHO LIVES YONDER AND ALWAYS CRIES HE'S LIKE CASSANDRA I ALWAYS TOLD YOU MISTER SHERIDAN IF ONCE THIS COMPANY YOU WORRIED ON FREQUENTED HONEST FOLK AND VERY FEW YOU'D LIVE TILL ALL YOUR FRIENDS WERE WEARY OF YOU BUT IF RACK PUNCH YOU STILL WOULD SWALLOW I THEN FOREWARNED YOU WHAT WOULD FOLLOW
phonemes: ðɪs kˈʌmz ʌv ˈɔːl jʊɹ dɹˈʌŋkən tɹˈɪks, jʊɹ pˈæɹiz ænd jʊɹ bɹˈeɪs ʌv dˈɪks; jʊɹ hˈʌntɪŋ hˈɛlʃæm ɪn hɪz lˈæbɹətˌɔːɹi tˈuː, wʌzðə tˈaɪm juː sˈɔː ðæt dɹˈæb lˈæk ɐ pˈɜːɹi bˌʌt lˈaɪk ðə pɹˈɛlət hˌuː lˈɪvz jˈɑːndɚɹ ˈeɪ, ænd ˈɔːlweɪz kɹˈaɪz hiː ɪz lˈaɪk kəsˈændɹə; aɪ ˈɔːlweɪz tˈoʊld juː, mˈɪstɚ. ʃˈɛɹɪdən, ɪf wˈʌns ðɪs kˈʌmpəni juː wɜː ɹˈɪd ˈɔn, fɹˈiːkwəntᵻd ˈɑːnɪst fˈoʊk, ænd vˈɛɹi fjˈuː, juːd lˈaɪv tˈɪl ˈɔːl jʊɹ fɹˈɛndz wɜː wˈɪɹi ʌv juː. bˌʌt ɪf ɹˈæk pˈʌntʃ juː stˈɪl wʊd swˈɔloʊ, aɪ ðˈɛn fɔːɹwˈɔːɹnd juː wʌt wʊd fˈɑːloʊ.