text_original: But how, my friend, can I endure, Once so renown'd, to live obscure? No little boys and girls to cry, "There's nimble Tim a passing by!"
text_transcription: BUT NOW MY FRIEND CAN I ENDURE ONE SO RENOWNED TO LIVE OBSCURE NO LITTLE BOYS AND GIRLS TO CRY THERE'S NIMBLE TIM A PASSING BY
phonemes: bˌʌt hˈaʊ, maɪ fɹˈɛnd, kæn aɪ ɛndˈʊɹ, wˈʌns sˌoʊ ɹᵻnˈaʊnd, tə lˈɪv əbskjˈʊɹ? nˈoʊ lˈɪɾəl bˈɔɪz ænd ɡˈɜːlz tə kɹˈaɪ, "ðɛɹz nˈɪmbəl tˈɪm ɐ pˈæsɪŋ bˈaɪ!"