text_original: Rather let such poor souls as you and I, Say that the holidays are drawing nigh, And that to morrow's sun begins the week, Which will abound with store of ale and cake, With hams of bacon, and with powder'd beef, Stuff d to give field itinerants relief.
text_transcription: RATHER LET SUCH POOR SOULS AS YOU AND I SAY THAT THE HOLIDAYS ARE DRAWING NIGH AND THAT TO MORROW'S SUN BEGINS THE WEEK WHICH WILL ABOUND WITH STORE OF ALE AND CAKE WITH HAMS OF BACON AND WITH POWDERED BEEF STUFFED TO GIVE FIELD ITINERANTS RELIEF
phonemes: ɹˈæðɚ lˈɛt sˈʌtʃ pˈʊɹ sˈoʊlz æz juː ænd ˈaɪ, sˈeɪ ðætðə hˈɑːlɪdˌeɪz ɑːɹ dɹˈɔːɪŋ nˈaɪ, ænd ðæt tə mˈɑːɹoʊz sˈʌn bɪɡˈɪnz ðə wˈiːk, wˌɪtʃ wɪl ɐbˈaʊnd wɪð stˈɔːɹ ʌv ˈeɪl ænd kˈeɪk, wɪð hˈæmz ʌv bˈeɪkən, ænd wɪð pˈaʊdɚd bˈiːf, stˈʌf dˈiː tə ɡˈɪv fˈiːld aɪtˈɪnɚɹənts ɹᵻlˈiːf.