text_original: Has done since last they sought the Strand, In red, brown, yellow, green, or blue, In short, what's called the private view,   Amongst the guests  the deuce knows how She got in there without a row   There came a large and vulgar dame, With arms deep red, and face the same, Showing in temper not a Saint; No one could guess for why she came, Unless perchance to "scour the Paint."
text_transcription: HAS DONE SINCE LAST THEY SOUGHT THE STRAND IN RED BROWN YELLOW GREEN OR BLUE IN SHORT WHAT'S CALLED THE PRIVATE VIEW AMONGST THE GUESTS THE DEUCE KNOWS HOW SHE GOT IN THERE WITHOUT A ROW THERE CAME A LARGE AND VULGAR DAME WITH ARMS DEEP RED AND FACE THE SAME SHOWING IN TEMPER NOT A SAINT NO ONE COULD GUESS FOR WHY SHE CAME UNLESS PERCHANCE TO SCOUR THE PAINT
phonemes: hɐz dˈʌn sˈɪns lˈæst ðeɪ sˈɔːt ðə stɹˈænd, ɪn ɹˈɛd, bɹˈaʊn, jˈɛloʊ, ɡɹˈiːn, ɔːɹ blˈuː, ɪn ʃˈɔːɹt, wˌʌts kˈɔːld ðə pɹˈaɪvət vjˈuː,   ɐmˌʌŋst ðə ɡˈɛsts ðə djˈuːs nˈoʊz hˌaʊ ʃiː ɡɑːt ɪn ðɛɹ wɪðˌaʊt ɐ ɹˈoʊ ðɛɹ kˈeɪm ɐ lˈɑːɹdʒ ænd vˈʌlɡɚ dˈeɪm, wɪð ˈɑːɹmz dˈiːp ɹˈɛd, ænd fˈeɪs ðə sˈeɪm, ʃˈoʊɪŋ ɪn tˈɛmpɚ nˌɑːɾə sˈeɪnt; nˈoʊwˈʌn kʊd ɡˈɛs fɔːɹ wˌaɪ ʃiː kˈeɪm, ʌnlˈɛs pɚtʃˈæns tuː "skˈaʊɚ ðə pˈeɪnt."