text_original: _ Yet even now it is good to think, While my few poor varlets grumble and drink In my desolate hall, where the fires sink, _Ah! qu'elle est belle La Marguerite.
text_transcription: YET EVEN NOW IT IS GOOD TO THINK WHILE MY FEW POOR VARLETS GRUMBLE AND DRINK IN MY DESOLATE HALL WHERE THE FIRES SINK HA CALIBE LA MARGUERITE
phonemes: jˈɛt ˈiːvən nˈaʊ ɪɾ ɪz ɡˈʊd tə θˈɪŋk, wˌaɪl maɪ fjˈuː pˈʊɹ vˈɑːɹlɪts ɡɹˈʌmbəl ænd dɹˈɪŋk ɪn maɪ dˈɛsələt hˈɔːl, wˌɛɹ ðə fˈaɪɚz sˈɪŋk, ˈɑː! kwˈɛl ˌiːˌɛstˈiː bˈɛl lˌæ mˌɑːɹɡɚɹˈiːt.