text_original: Let all be snug, and warm, and neat; For fifty turn'd a safe retreat, A little Euston[2] may it be, Euston I'll carve on every tree. But then, to keep it in repair, My lord  twice fifty pounds a year Will barely do; but if your grace Could make them hundreds  charming place!
text_transcription: LET ALL BE SNUG AND WARM AND NEAT FOR FIFTY TURN'D A SAFE RETREAT A LITTLE EUSTON MAY IT BE EUSTA NOW CARVE ON EVERY TREE BUT THEN TO KEEP IT IN REPAIR MY LORD TWICE FIFTY POUNDS A YEAR WILL BARELY DO BUT IF YOUR GRACE COULD MAKE THEM HUNDREDS CHARMING PLACE
phonemes: lˈɛt ˈɔːl biː snˈʌɡ, ænd wˈɔːɹm, ænd nˈiːt; fɔːɹ fˈɪfti tˈɜːnd ɐ sˈeɪf ɹᵻtɹˈiːt, ɐ lˈɪɾəl jˈuːstən[tˈuː] mˈeɪ ɪt bˈiː, jˈuːstən aɪl kˈɑːɹv ˌɔn ˈɛvɹi tɹˈiː. bˌʌt ðˈɛn, tə kˈiːp ɪɾ ɪn ɹᵻpˈɛɹ, maɪ lˈɔːɹd twˈaɪs fˈɪfti pˈaʊndz ɐ jˈɪɹ wɪl bˈɛɹli dˈuː; bˌʌt ɪf jʊɹ ɡɹˈeɪs kʊd mˌeɪk ðˌɛm hˈʌndɹɪdz tʃˈɑːɹmɪŋ plˈeɪs!