text_original: If it were not for my dear nephew, Kichard, I should stand quite alone in the world, a desolate old woman, with no hope on this side of the grave. But when my sons were taken from me, God raised me up another son in him.
text_transcription: IF IT WERE NOT FOR MY DEAR NEPHEW RICHARD I SHOULD STAND QUITE ALONE IN THE WORLD A DESOLATE OLD WOMAN WITH NO HOPE ON THIS SIDE OF THE GRAVE BUT WHEN MY SONS WERE TAKEN FROM ME GOD RAISED ME UP ANOTHER SON IN HIM
phonemes: ɪf ɪt wɜː nˌɑːt fɔːɹ maɪ dˈɪɹ nˈɛfjuː, kˈɪtʃɚd, aɪ ʃˌʊd stˈænd kwˈaɪt ɐlˈoʊn ɪnðə wˈɜːld, ɐ dˈɛsələt ˈoʊld wˈʊmən, wɪð nˈoʊ hˈoʊp ˌɔn ðɪs sˈaɪd ʌvðə ɡɹˈeɪv. bˌʌt wɛn maɪ sˈʌnz wɜː tˈeɪkən fɹʌm mˌiː, ɡˈɑːd ɹˈeɪzd mˌiː ˌʌp ɐnˈʌðɚ sˈʌn ɪn hˌɪm.