text_original: by their looks, they never keep Lent: Mister curate, for all your grave looks, I'm afraid You cast a sheep's eye on her ladyship's maid: I wish she would lend you her pretty white hand In mending your cassock, and smoothing your band: (For the Dean was so shabby, and look'd like a ninny, That the captain supposed he was curate to Jinny.) 'Whenever you see a cassock and gown, A hundred to one but it covers a clown.
text_transcription: BY THEIR LOOKS THEY NEVER KEEP LENT MISTER CURATE FOR ALL YOUR GRAVE LOOKS I'M AFRAID YOU CAST A SHEEP'S EYE ON HER LADYSHIP'S MAID I WISH SHE WOULD LEND YOU HER PRETTY WHITE HAND IN MENDING YOUR CASSOCK AND SMOOTHING YOUR BAND FOR THE DEAN WAS SO SHABBY AND LOOKED LIKE A NINNY THAT THE CAPTAIN SUPPOSED HE WAS CURATE TO JINNY WHENEVER YOU SEE A CASSOCK AND GOWN A HUNDRED TO ONE BUT IT COVERS A CLOWN
phonemes: baɪ ðɛɹ lˈʊks, ðeɪ nˈɛvɚ kˈiːp lˈɛnt: mˈɪstɚ kjˈʊɹɹeɪt, fɔːɹ ˈɔːl jʊɹ ɡɹˈeɪv lˈʊks, aɪm ɐfɹˈeɪd juː kˈæst ɐ ʃˈiːps ˈaɪ ˌɔn hɜː lˈeɪdiʃˌɪps mˈeɪd: aɪ wˈɪʃ ʃiː wʊd lˈɛnd juː hɜː pɹˈɪɾi wˈaɪt hˈænd ɪn mˈɛndɪŋ jʊɹ kˈæsək, ænd smˈuːðɪŋ jʊɹ bˈænd: (fɚðə dˈiːn wʌz sˌoʊ ʃˈæbi, ænd lˈʊkd lˈaɪk ɐ nˈɪni, ðætðə kˈæptɪn səpˈoʊzd hiː wʌz kjˈʊɹɹeɪt tə dʒˈɪni.) wɛnˌɛvɚ juː sˈiː ɐ kˈæsək ænd ɡˈaʊn, ɐ hˈʌndɹɪd tə wˈʌn bˌʌt ɪt kˈʌvɚz ɐ klˈaʊn.