text_original: Sheen, the detective, soon found her out And the place where she dwelt, sir, The landlady told him, her nice young man Was walking with the girls, sir But she was nabbed, cigar in hand, She swore she fight a duel, Sheen says, where is your petticoats?
text_transcription: SHE AND THE DETECTIVE SOON FOUND HER OUT AND THE PLACE WHERE SHE DWELT SIR THE LANDLADY TOLD THEM HER NICE YOUNG MAN WAS WALKING WITH THE GIRLS SIR BUT SHE WAS NABBED CIGAR IN HAND SHE SWORE SHE'D FIGHT A DUEL SHE'N SAYS WHERE IS YOUR PETTICOATS
phonemes: ʃˈiːn, ðə dɪtˈɛktɪv, sˈuːn fˈaʊnd hɜːɹ ˈaʊt ænd ðə plˈeɪs wˌɛɹ ʃiː dwˈɛlt, sˌɜː, ðə lˈændleɪdi tˈoʊld hˌɪm, hɜː nˈaɪs jˈʌŋ mˈæn wʌz wˈɔːkɪŋ wɪððə ɡˈɜːlz, sˌɜː bˌʌt ʃiː wʌz nˈæbd, sᵻɡˈɑːɹ ɪn hˈænd, ʃiː swˈɔːɹ ʃiː fˈaɪt ɐ dˈuːəl, ʃˈiːn sˈɛz, wˌɛɹ ɪz jʊɹ pˈɛɾɪkˌoʊts?