text_original: Well, as I've said, the Ape, one day, Laying hands on Master's gold, Many a ducat flung away, With sovereigns new and angels old.
text_transcription: WELL AS I'VE SAID THE APE ONE DAY LAYING HANDS ON MASTER'S GOLD MANY A DUCAT FLUNG AWAY WITH SOVEREIGNS NEW AND ANGELS OLD
phonemes: wˈɛl, æz aɪv sˈɛd, ðɪ ˈeɪp, wˈʌn dˈeɪ, lˈeɪɪŋ hˈændz ˌɔn mˈæstɚz ɡˈoʊld, mˈɛni ɐ dʒˈuːkæt flˈʌŋ ɐwˈeɪ, wɪð sˈɑːvɚɹˌɪnz nˈuː ænd ˈeɪndʒəlz ˈoʊld.