Henry, On a lap-dog of the Miss Loth, called Belle (belle)
If ever 'twas proper and lawful and decent IH-F EH-V-ER T-W-AH-Z P-R-AA-P-ER AH-N-D L-AO-F-AH-L AH-N-D D-IY-S-AH-N-T To mourn for a death both untimely & recent , T-UW M-AO-R-N F-AO-R AH D-EH-TH B-OW-TH AH-N-T-AY-M-L-IY AH-N-D R-IY-S-AH-N-T It certain is now -- Each grace and each muse IH-T S-ER-T-AH-N IH-Z N-AW IY-CH G-R-EY-S AH-N-D IY-CH M-Y-UW-Z In the dear little creature a spice did infuse . IH-N DH-AH D-IH-R L-IH-T-AH-L K-R-IY-CH-ER AH S-P-AY-S D-IH-D IH-N-F-Y-UW-Z Like a sweet pretty lady she bridled her chin L-AY-K AH S-W-IY-T P-R-IH-T-IY L-EY-D-IY SH-IY B-R-AY-D-AH-L-D HH-ER CH-IH-N And trip'd o'er the floor like another Miss Prim AH-N-D T-R-IH-P-T AO-R DH-AH F-L-AO-R L-AY-K AH-N-AH-DH-ER M-IH-S P-R-IH-M And when the dear animal open'd its throat AH-N-D W-EH-N DH-AH D-IH-R AE-N-AH-M-AH-L OW-P-AH-N-D IH-T-S TH-R-OW-T Urania herself might have mother'd the note : Y-UW-R-AH-N-IY-AH HH-ER-S-EH-L-F M-AY-T HH-AE-V M-AH-DH-ER-D DH-AH N-OW-T No coxcomb that pats o'er the rough-pebbled street N-OW K-AA-K-S-K-OW-M DH-AE-T P-AE-T-S AO-R DH-AH R-AH-F-P-EH-B-AH-L-D S-T-R-IY-T Or Beaux-ling self pleased so smooth & so sweet AO-R B-OW-L-IH-NG S-EH-L-F P-L-IY-Z-D S-OW S-M-UW-DH AH-N-D S-OW S-W-IY-T Could meet with a smile or even a simper K-UH-D M-IY-T W-IH-DH AH S-M-AY-L AO-R IY-V-IH-N AH S-IH-M-P-ER If Belle dearer Belle was observed to whimper . IH-F B-EH-L D-IH-R-ER B-EH-L W-AA-Z AH-B-Z-ER-V-D T-UW W-IH-M-P-ER But if in sweet blandishment Belle frisk'd around B-AH-T IH-F IH-N S-W-IY-T B-L-AE-N-D-IH-SH-M-AH-N-T B-EH-L F-R-IH-S-K-T ER-AW-N-D E'en wits with the beaux in despair left the ground . IY-N W-IH-T-S W-IH-DH DH-AH B-OW IH-N D-IH-S-P-EH-R L-EH-F-T DH-AH G-R-AW-N-D But she's gone , lovely creature ! the sweetest of curs B-AH-T SH-IY-Z G-AO-N L-AH-V-L-IY K-R-IY-CH-ER DH-AH S-W-IY-T-AH-S-T AH-V K-ER-Z To weep is our LOT , but to slumber is hers . T-UW W-IY-P IH-Z AW-ER L-AA-T B-AH-T T-UW S-L-AH-M-B-ER IH-Z HH-ER-Z