text_original: 'Tis true, indeed, to curry friends, You seem to praise, to make amends, And yet, before your stanza ends, you flout me, 'Bout latent charms beneath my clothes, For every one that knows me, knows That I have nothing like my nose about me: I pass now where you fleer and laugh, 'Cause I call Dan my better half! O there you think you have me safe!
text_transcription: TIS TRUE INDEED TO CURRY FRIENDS YOU SEEM TO PRAISE TO MAKE AMENDS AND YET BEFORE YOUR STANZA ENDS YOU FLOUT ME ABOUT LATENT CHARMS BENEATH MY CLOTHES FOR EVERY ONE THAT KNOWS ME KNOWS THAT I HAVE NOTHING LIKE MY NOSE ABOUT ME I PASS NOW WHERE YOU FLEER AND LAUGH CAUSE I CALL DAN MY BETTER HALF OH THERE YOU THINK YOU HAVE ME SAFF
phonemes: tˈɪz tɹˈuː, ˌɪndˈiːd, tə kˈɜːɹi fɹˈɛndz, juː sˈiːm tə pɹˈeɪz, tə mˌeɪk ɐmˈɛndz, ænd jˈɛt, bᵻfˌɔːɹ jʊɹ stˈænzə ˈɛndz, juː flˈaʊt mˌiː, bˈaʊt lˈeɪtənt tʃˈɑːɹmz bᵻnˌiːθ maɪ klˈoʊðz, fɔːɹ ˈɛvɹi wˈʌn ðæt nˈoʊz mˌiː, nˈoʊz ðæt aɪ hæv nˈʌθɪŋ lˈaɪk maɪ nˈoʊz ɐbˈaʊt mˌiː: aɪ pˈæs nˈaʊ wˌɛɹ juː flˈɪɹ ænd lˈæf, kˈɔːz aɪ kˈɔːl dˈæn maɪ bˈɛɾɚ hˈæf! ˈoʊ ðɛɹ juː θˈɪŋk juː hæv mˌiː sˈeɪf!