text_original: There's a gamester in town, for a throw that he threw sick, And yet the whole trade of his dice he'll pursue sick; I've known an old miser for paying his due sick; At present I'm grown by a pinch of my shoe sick, And what would you have me with verses to do sick?
text_transcription: THERE'S A GAMESTER IN TOWN FOR A THROW THAT HE THREW SICK AND YET THE WHOLE TRADE OF HIS DICE HE'LL PURSUE SICK I'VE KNOWN AN OLD MISER FOR PAYING HIS DUESICK AT PRESENT I'M GROWN BY A PINCH OF MY SHOE SICK AND WHAT WOULD YOU HAVE ME WITH VERSES TO DO SICK
phonemes: ðɛɹz ɐ ɡˈeɪmstɚɹ ɪn tˈaʊn, fɚɹə θɹˈoʊ ðæt hiː θɹˈuː sˈɪk, ænd jˈɛt ðə hˈoʊl tɹˈeɪd ʌv hɪz dˈaɪs hiːl pɚsˈuː sˈɪk; aɪv nˈoʊn ɐn ˈoʊld mˈaɪzɚ fɔːɹ pˈeɪɪŋ hɪz dˈuː sˈɪk; æt pɹˈɛzənt aɪm ɡɹˈoʊn baɪ ɐ pˈɪntʃ ʌv maɪ ʃˈuː sˈɪk, ænd wʌt wʊd juː hæv mˌiː wɪð vˈɜːsᵻz tə dˈuː sˈɪk?