text_original: Then Master Purrer softly cried, "Sir Rat, your true benevolence Is known in all the country wide; So pray, for pity, take me hence From this atrocious, strangling snare In which I've fallen, unaware; 'Tis strange, but true, that you alone, Of all the Rats I've ever known, Have won my heart, and, thank the skies! I've loved you more than both my eyes.
text_transcription: THEN MASTER PURRAH SOFTLY CRIED SIR RAT YOUR TRUE BENEVOLENCE IS KNOWN IN ALL THE COUNTRY WIDE SO PRAY FOR PITY TAKE ME HENCE FROM THIS ATROCIOUS STRANGLING SNARE IN WHICH I'VE FALLEN UNAWARE TIS STRANGE BUT TRUE THAT YOU ALONE OF ALL THE RATS I'VE EVER KNOWN HAVE WON MY HEART AND THANK THE SKIES I'VE LOVED YOU MORE THAN BOTH MY EYES
phonemes: ðˈɛn mˈæstɚ pˈɜːɹɚ sˈɔftli kɹˈaɪd, "sˌɜː ɹˈæt, jʊɹ tɹˈuː bənˈɛvələns ɪz nˈoʊn ɪn ˈɔːl ðə kˈʌntɹi wˈaɪd; sˌoʊ pɹˈeɪ, fɔːɹ pˈɪɾi, tˈeɪk mˌiː hˈɛns fɹʌm ðɪs ɐtɹˈoʊʃəs, stɹˈæŋɡəlɪŋ snˈɛɹ ɪnwˌɪtʃ aɪv fˈɔːlən, ˌʌnəwˈɛɹ; tˈɪz stɹˈeɪndʒ, bˌʌt tɹˈuː, ðæt juː ɐlˈoʊn, ʌv ˈɔːl ðə ɹˈæts aɪv ˈɛvɚ nˈoʊn, hæv wˈʌn maɪ hˈɑːɹt, ænd, θˈæŋk ðə skˈaɪz! aɪv lˈʌvd juː mˈɔːɹ ðɐn bˈoʊθ maɪ ˈaɪz.