text_original: ] ON STEALING A CROWN, WHEN THE DEAN WAS ASLEEP Dear Dean, since you in sleepy wise Have oped your mouth, and closed your eyes, Like ghost I glide along your floor, And softly shut the parlour door: For, should I break your sweet repose, Who knows what money you might lose: Since oftentimes it has been found, A dream has given ten thousand pound?
text_transcription: G ON STEALING A CROWN WHEN THE DEAN WAS ASLEEP DEAR DEAN SINCE YOU IN SLEEPY WISE HAVE OPED YOUR MOUTH AND CLOSED YOUR EYES LIKE GHOST I GLIDE ALONG YOUR FLOOR AND SOFTLY SHUT THE PARLOUR DOOR FOR SHOULD I BREAK YOUR SWEET REPOSE WHO KNOWS WHAT MONEY YOU MIGHT LOSE SINCE OFTENTIMES IT HAS BEEN FOUND A DREAM HAS GIVEN TEN THOUSAND POUND
phonemes: ] ˌɔn stˈiːlɪŋ ɐ kɹˈaʊn, wˌɛn ðə dˈiːn wʌz ɐslˈiːp dˈɪɹ dˈiːn, sˈɪns juː ɪn slˈiːpi wˈaɪz hæv ɑːpˈɛd jʊɹ mˈaʊθ, ænd klˈoʊzd jʊɹ ˈaɪz, lˈaɪk ɡˈoʊst aɪ ɡlˈaɪd ɐlˈɔŋ jʊɹ flˈɔːɹ, ænd sˈɔftli ʃˈʌt ðə pˈɑːɹlɚ dˈɔːɹ: fɔːɹ, ʃˌʊd aɪ bɹˈeɪk jʊɹ swˈiːt ɹᵻpˈoʊz, hˌuː nˈoʊz wʌt mˈʌni juː mˌaɪt lˈuːz: sˈɪns ˈɔfəntˌaɪmz ɪt hˈæzbiːn fˈaʊnd, ɐ dɹˈiːm hɐz ɡˈɪvən tˈɛn θˈaʊzənd pˈaʊnd?