text_original: In the year eighty three, the affair will be over And he shall eat turnips that grow in Hanover; The face of the Lion will then become pale, He shall yield fifteen teeth and be sheared of his tail   O King, my dear King, you shall be very sore, From the _Stars_ and the _Stripes_ you will mercy implore, And your Lion shall growl, but hardly bite more.
text_transcription: IN THE YEAR EIGHTY THREE THE AFFAIR WILL BE OVER AND HE SHALL EAT TURNIPS THAT GROW IN HAN OVER THE FACE OF THE LION WILL THEN BECOME PALE HE SHALL YIELD FIFTEEN TEETH AND BE SHEERED OF HIS TAIL O KING MY DEAR KING YOU SHALL BE VERY SORE FROM THE STARS AND THE STRIPES YOU WILL MERCY IMPLORE AND YOUR LION SHALL GROWL BUT HARDLY BITE MORE
phonemes: ɪnðə jˈɪɹ ˈeɪɾi θɹˈiː, ðɪ ɐfˈɛɹ wɪl biː ˌoʊvɚ ænd hiː ʃˌæl ˈiːt tˈɜːnɪps ðæt ɡɹˈoʊ ɪn hˈænoʊvɚ; ðə fˈeɪs ʌvðə lˈaɪən wɪl ðˈɛn bɪkˌʌm pˈeɪl, hiː ʃˌæl jˈiːld fˈɪftiːn tˈiːθ ænd biː ʃˈɪɹd ʌv hɪz tˈeɪl ˈoʊ kˈɪŋ, maɪ dˈɪɹ kˈɪŋ, juː ʃˌæl biː vˈɛɹi sˈɔːɹ, fɹʌmðə stˈɑːɹz ænd ðə stɹˈaɪps juː wɪl mˈɜːsi ɪmplˈɔːɹ, ænd jʊɹ lˈaɪən ʃˌæl ɡɹˈaʊl, bˌʌt hˈɑːɹdli bˈaɪt mˈɔːɹ.