text_original: Thus, William Penwick, the jolly wight, In clouds of smoke, night after night, Would tell a tale in delighted pride, To cronies, who came from far and wide; Always ending (with candle, he) "And this is the picture of my Sweet P!" The tale? 'Twas how Sweet P did chance To give to the British a Christmas dance.
text_transcription: THUS WILLIAM PENWICK THE JOLLY WHITE IN CLOUDS OF SMOKE NIGHT AFTER NIGHT WOULD TELL A TALE IN DELIGHTED PRIDE TO CRONIES WHO CAME FROM FAR AND WIDE ALWAYS ENDING WITH A CANDLE HE AND THIS IS THE PICTURE OF MY SWEET P THE TALE TWAS HOW SWEET P DID CHANCE TO GIVE TO THE BRITISH A CHRISTMAS DANCE
phonemes: ðˈʌs, wˈɪljəm pˈɛnwɪk, ðə dʒˈɑːli wˈaɪt, ɪn klˈaʊdz ʌv smˈoʊk, nˈaɪt ˈæftɚ nˈaɪt, wʊd tˈɛl ɐ tˈeɪl ɪn dᵻlˈaɪɾᵻd pɹˈaɪd, tə kɹˈoʊniz, hˌuː kˈeɪm fɹʌm fˈɑːɹ ænd wˈaɪd; ˈɔːlweɪz ˈɛndɪŋ (wɪð kˈændəl, hiː) "ænd ðɪs ɪz ðə pˈɪktʃɚɹ ʌv maɪ swˈiːt pˈiː!" ðə tˈeɪl? twˈɑːz hˌaʊ swˈiːt pˈiː dˈɪd tʃˈæns tə ɡˈɪv tə ðə bɹˈɪɾɪʃ ɐ kɹˈɪsməs dˈæns.