text_original: Death throws no darts through all these parts, No sextons here are knelling; Come, judge and try, you'll never die, But live at Ballyspellin. Except you feel darts tipp'd with steel, Which here are every belle in: When from their eyes sweet ruin flies, We die at Ballyspellin.
text_transcription: DEATH THROWS NO DARTS THROUGH ALL THESE PARTS NO SEXTONS HERE ARE KNELLING COME JUDGE AND TRY YOU'LL NEVER DIE BUT LIVE AT BALLY SPELLING EXCEPT YOU FEEL DARTS TIPP'D WITH STEEL WHICH HEAR OUR EVERY BELL IN WHEN FROM THEIR EYES SWEET RUIN FLIES WE DIE AT BALLY SPELLIN
phonemes: dˈɛθ θɹˈoʊz nˈoʊ dˈɑːɹts θɹuː ˈɔːl ðiːz pˈɑːɹts, nˈoʊ sˈɛkstənz hˈɪɹ ɑːɹ nˈɛlɪŋ; kˈʌm, dʒˈʌdʒ ænd tɹˈaɪ, juːl nˈɛvɚ dˈaɪ, bˌʌt lˈaɪv æt bˌælɪspˈɛlᵻn. ɛksˈɛpt juː fˈiːl dˈɑːɹts tˈɪpd wɪð stˈiːl, wˌɪtʃ hˈɪɹ ɑːɹ ˈɛvɹi bˈɛl ˈɪn: wˌɛn fɹʌm ðɛɹ ˈaɪz swˈiːt ɹˈuːɪn flˈaɪz, wiː dˈaɪ æt bˌælɪspˈɛlᵻn.