text_original: You have down trodden, in your race, So much that proves your power, Why not avoid my humble place? Why rob me of my dower? With your vast cellars, cavern deep, Packed tier on tier with treasures, You would not miss them should I _keep_ My little store of pleasures.
text_transcription: YOU HAVE DOWNTRODDEN IN YOUR RACE SO MUCH THAT PROVES YOUR POWER WHY NOT AVOID MY HUMBLE PLACE WHY ROB ME OF MY DOWER WITH YOUR VAST CELLARS CAVERN DEEP PACKED TIER ON TIER WITH TREASURES YOU WOULD NOT MISS THEM SHOULD I KEEP MY LITTLE STORE OF PLEASURES
phonemes: juː hæv dˌaʊn tɹˈɑːdən, ɪn jʊɹ ɹˈeɪs, sˈoʊ mˌʌtʃ ðæt pɹˈuːvz jʊɹ pˈaʊɚ, wˌaɪ nˌɑːt ɐvˈɔɪd maɪ hˈʌmbəl plˈeɪs? wˌaɪ ɹˈɑːb mˌiː ʌv maɪ dˈaʊɚ? wɪð jʊɹ vˈæst sˈɛlɚz, kˈævɚn dˈiːp, pˈækt tˈɪɹ ˌɔn tˈɪɹ wɪð tɹˈɛʒɚz, juː wʊd nˌɑːt mˈɪs ðˌɛm ʃˌʊd aɪ kˈiːp maɪ lˈɪɾəl stˈɔːɹ ʌv plˈɛʒɚz.