text_original: Here's halfpence in plenty, For one you'll have twenty, Though thousands are not worth a pudden. Your neighbours will think, When your pocket cries chink. You are grown plaguy rich on a sudden.
text_transcription: HERE'S HALFPENCE IN PLENTY FOR ONE YOU'LL HAVE TWENTY THOUGH THOUSANDS ARE NOT WORTH A PUDDING YOUR NEIGHBORS WILL THINK WHEN YOUR POCKET CRIES CHINK YOU ARE GROWN PLAGUY RICH ON A SUDDEN
phonemes: hˈɪɹz hˈæfpəns ɪn plˈɛnti, fɔːɹ wˈʌn juːl hæv twˈɛnti, ðˌoʊ θˈaʊzəndz ɑːɹ nˌɑːt wˈɜːθ ɐ pˈʌdən. jʊɹ nˈeɪbɚz wɪl θˈɪŋk, wˌɛn jʊɹ pˈɑːkɪt kɹˈaɪz tʃˈɪŋk. juː ɑːɹ ɡɹˈoʊn plˈæɡaɪ ɹˈɪtʃ ˌɔn ɐ sˈʌdən.