text_original: Sell his blankets and his sheets, Lie in barns or walk the streets, His thirsty soul will cry for more, He's starved and miserably poor. He'll beg for half pence when he can, And say he is a dying man; But if three half pence he has got, He'll go and find another sot. As mean and shabby as himself, A dirty, ragged, drunken elf, In some alehouse corner seated, Waiting longing to be treated.
text_transcription: SELL HIS BLANKETS AND HIS SHEETS LIE IN BARNS OR WALK THE STREETS HIS THIRSTY SOUL WILL CRY FOR MORE HIS STARVED AND MISERABLY POOR HE'LL BEG FOR HALFPENCE WHEN HE CAN AND SAY HE IS A DYING MAN BUT IF THREE HALFPENCE HE HAS GOT HE'LL GO AND FIND ANOTHER SOT AND AS MEAN AND SHABBY AS HIMSELF A DIRTY RAGGED DRUNKEN ELF IN SOME ALE HOUSE CORNER SEATED WAITING LOUNGING TO BE TREATED
phonemes: sˈɛl hɪz blˈæŋkɪts ænd hɪz ʃˈiːts, lˈaɪ ɪn bˈɑːɹnz ɔːɹ wˈɔːk ðə stɹˈiːts, hɪz θˈɜːsti sˈoʊl wɪl kɹˈaɪ fɔːɹ mˈɔːɹ, hiːz stˈɑːɹvd ænd mˈɪzɹəbli pˈʊɹ. hiːl bˈɛɡ fɔːɹ hˈæf pˈɛns wɛn hiː kˈæn, ænd sˈeɪ hiː ɪz ɐ dˈaɪɪŋ mˈæn; bˌʌt ɪf θɹˈiː hˈæf pˈɛns hiː hɐz ɡˈɑːt, hiːl ɡˌoʊ ænd fˈaɪnd ɐnˈʌðɚ sˈɑːt. æz mˈiːn ænd ʃˈæbi æz hɪmsˈɛlf, ɐ dˈɜːɾi, ɹˈæɡᵻd, dɹˈʌŋkən ˈɛlf, ɪn sˌʌm ˈeɪlhaʊs kˈɔːɹnɚ sˈiːɾᵻd, wˈeɪɾɪŋ lˈɔŋɪŋ təbi tɹˈiːɾᵻd.