text_original: Let pilfering passions not intrude, For to lead you astray, From step to step it will delude, And bring you to dismay. Think of the wretched Courvoisier, Who thus dies on a tree, A death of shame, I've nought to blame, But my own dishonesty.
text_transcription: LET PILFERING PASSIONS NOT INTERLUDE FOR TO LEAD YOU ASTRAY FROM STEP TO STEP IT WILL DELUDE AND BRING YOU TO DISMAY THINK OF THE WRETCHED COURVISIER WHO THUS DIES ON A TREE A DEATH OF SHAME I'VE NOUGHT TO BLAME BUT MY OWN DISHONESTY
phonemes: lˈɛt pˈɪlfɚɹɪŋ pˈæʃənz nˌɑːt ɪntɹˈuːd, fɔːɹ tə lˈiːd juː ɐstɹˈeɪ, fɹʌm stˈɛp tə stˈɛp ɪt wɪl dᵻlˈuːd, ænd bɹˈɪŋ juː tə dɪsmˈeɪ. θˈɪŋk ʌvðə ɹˈɛtʃᵻd kˈɜːvɔɪziɚ, hˌuː ðˈʌs dˈaɪz ˌɔn ɐ tɹˈiː, ɐ dˈɛθ ʌv ʃˈeɪm, aɪv nˈɔːt tə blˈeɪm, bˌʌt maɪ ˈoʊn dɪsˈɑːnɪsti.