text_original: 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: 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: θˈɪŋk ʌvðə ɹˈɛtʃᵻd kˈɜːvɔɪziɚ, hˌuː ðˈʌs dˈaɪz ˌɔn ɐ tɹˈiː, ɐ dˈɛθ ʌv ʃˈeɪm, aɪv nˈɔːt tə blˈeɪm, bˌʌt maɪ ˈoʊn dɪsˈɑːnɪsti.