text_original: The love blind fool, delighted with his bride, Found not a trace of Cat was left at all, No scratch or caterwaul; He fondles her, she him: she is his pride; She is the fairest of her kind, A perfect woman, to his mind.
text_transcription: THE LOVE BLIND FOOL DELIGHTED WITH HIS BRIDE FOUND NOT A TRACE OF CAT WAS LEFT AT ALL NO SCRATCH OR CATTLEWAUL HE FONDLEDS HER SHE HIM SHE IS HIS PRIDE SHE IS THE FAIREST OF HER KIND A PERFECT WOMAN TO HIS MIND
phonemes: ðə lˈʌv blˈaɪnd fˈuːl, dᵻlˈaɪɾᵻd wɪð hɪz bɹˈaɪd, fˈaʊnd nˌɑːɾə tɹˈeɪs ʌv kˈæt wʌz lˈɛft æɾ ˈɔːl, nˈoʊ skɹˈætʃ ɔːɹ kˈæɾɚwˌɔːl; hiː fˈɑːndəlz hɜː, ʃiː hˌɪm: ʃiː ɪz hɪz pɹˈaɪd; ʃiː ɪz ðə fˈɛɹəst ʌv hɜː kˈaɪnd, ɐ pˈɜːfɛkt wˈʊmən, tə hɪz mˈaɪnd.