text_original: Now the Act is in force, I should not at all wonder That dustmen and nightmen and costermongers Will apply for a license and take out a number And mount on their foreheads a flag; And the people they shout, tho' it's really too bad, sir, As over the stones they go with their cabs, sir, I say, old pal, I'll have your flag, And where is your ticket for soup.
text_transcription: NOW THE ACT IS ENFORCED I SHOULD NOT AT ALL WONDER THAT DUSTMEN AND NIGHTMARE ENCOSTS MONGERS WE'LL APPLY FOR A LICENSE AND TAKE OUT A NUMBER AND MOUNT THEIR FOREHEADS ON A FLAG AND THE PEOPLE WHO SHOUT THOUGH IT'S REALLY TOO BAD SIR AS OVER THE STONES THEY GO WITH THEIR CABS SIR I SAY OLD PAL I'LL HAVE YOUR FLAG AND WHERE IS YOUR TICKET FOR SOUP
phonemes: nˈaʊ ðɪ ˈækt ɪz ɪn fˈɔːɹs, aɪ ʃˌʊd nˌɑːt æɾ ˈɔːl wˈʌndɚ ðæt dˈʌstmɛn ænd nˈaɪtmɛn ænd kˈɔstɚmˌɑːŋɚz wɪl ɐplˈaɪ fɚɹə lˈaɪsəns ænd tˈeɪk ˈaʊt ɐ nˈʌmbɚ ænd mˈaʊnt ˌɔn ðɛɹ fˈɔːɹhɛdz ɐ flˈæɡ; ænd ðə pˈiːpəl ðeɪ ʃˈaʊt, ðˈoʊ ɪts ɹˈiəli tˈuː bˈæd, sˌɜː, æz ˌoʊvɚ ðə stˈoʊnz ðeɪ ɡˌoʊ wɪð ðɛɹ kˈæbz, sˌɜː, aɪ sˈeɪ, ˈoʊld pˈæl, aɪl hæv jʊɹ flˈæɡ, ænd wˌɛɹ ɪz jʊɹ tˈɪkɪt fɔːɹ sˈuːp.