text_original: THE COUNCIL HELD BY THE RATS. A Tyrant Cat, by surname Nibblelard, Through a Rat kingdom spread such gloom By waging war and eating hard, Only a few escaped the tomb; The rest, remaining in their hiding places, Like frightened misers crouching on their pelf, Over their scanty rations made wry faces, And swore the Cat was old King Nick himself.
text_transcription: THE COUNCIL HELD BY THE RATS A TYRANT CAT BY SURNAME NIBBLE LARD THROUGH A RAT KINGDOM SPREAD SUCH GLOOM BY WAGING WAR AND EATING HARD ONLY A FEW ESCAPED THE TOMB THE REST REMAINING IN THEIR HIDING PLACES LIKE FRIGHTENED MISER CROUCHING ON THEIR PATH OVER THEIR SCANTY RATIONS MADE WRY FACES AND SWORE THE CAT WAS OLD KING NICK HIMSELF
phonemes: ðə kˈaʊnsəl hˈɛld baɪ ðə ɹˈæts. ɐ tˈaɪɹənt kˈæt, baɪ sˈɜːneɪm nˈɪbəllˌɑːɹd, θɹuː ɐ ɹˈæt kˈɪŋdəm spɹˈɛd sˈʌtʃ ɡlˈuːm baɪ wˈeɪdʒɪŋ wˈɔːɹ ænd ˈiːɾɪŋ hˈɑːɹd, ˈoʊnli ɐ fjˈuː ɛskˈeɪpt ðə tˈuːm; ðə ɹˈɛst, ɹᵻmˈeɪnɪŋ ɪn ðɛɹ hˈaɪdɪŋ plˈeɪsᵻz, lˈaɪk fɹˈaɪʔn̩d mˈaɪzɚz kɹˈaʊtʃɪŋ ˌɔn ðɛɹ pˈɛlf, ˌoʊvɚ ðɛɹ skˈænti ɹˈæʃənz mˌeɪd ɹˈaɪ fˈeɪsᵻz, ænd swˈɔːɹ ðə kˈæt wʌz ˈoʊld kˈɪŋ nˈɪk hɪmsˈɛlf.