text_original: Then the master grew sensible what he had done, And fain he would have his new guest to be gone; But now 'twas too late to bid him turn out, A well rooted possession already was got. The old trees decay'd, and in their room grew A stubborn, pestilent, poisonous crew. The master, who first the young brood had admitted, They stung like ingrates, and left him unpitied. No help from manuring or planting was found, The ill weeds had eat out the heart of the ground.
text_transcription: THEN THE MASTER GREW SENSIBLE WHAT HE HAD DONE AND FAIN HE WOULD HAVE HIS NEW GUEST TO BE GONE BUT NOW IS TOO LATE TO BID HIM TURN AUGHT A WELL ROOTED POSSESSION ALREADY WAS GOT THE OLD TREES DECAYED AND IN THEIR ROOM GREW A STUBBORN PESTILENT POISONOUS CREW THE MASTER WHO FIRST THE YOUNG BROOD HAD ADMITTED THEY STUNG LIKE INGRATES AND LEFT HIM UNPITIED NO HELP FROM MANURING OR PLANTING WAS FOUND THE ILL WEEDS HAD EAT OUT THE HEART OF THE GROUND
phonemes: ðˈɛn ðə mˈæstɚ ɡɹˈuː sˈɛnsᵻbəl wʌt hiː hæd dˈʌn, ænd fˈeɪn hiː wʊdhɐv hɪz nˈuː ɡˈɛst təbi ɡˈɔn; bˌʌt nˈaʊ twˈɑːz tˈuː lˈeɪt tə bˈɪd hˌɪm tˈɜːn ˈaʊt, ɐ wˈɛl ɹˈuːɾᵻd pəzˈɛʃən ɔːlɹˌɛdi wʌz ɡˈɑːt. ðɪ ˈoʊld tɹˈiːz dᵻkˈeɪd, ænd ɪn ðɛɹ ɹˈuːm ɡɹˈuː ɐ stˈʌbɚn, pˈɛstɪlənt, pˈɔɪzənəs kɹˈuː. ðə mˈæstɚ, hˌuː fˈɜːst ðə jˈʌŋ bɹˈuːd hæd ɐdmˈɪɾᵻd, ðeɪ stˈʌŋ lˈaɪk ɪŋɡɹˈeɪts, ænd lˈɛft hˌɪm ʌnpˈɪɾid. nˈoʊ hˈɛlp fɹʌm mənjˈʊɹɹɪŋ ɔːɹ plˈæntɪŋ wʌz fˈaʊnd, ðɪ ˈɪl wˈiːdz hæd ˈiːt ˈaʊt ðə hˈɑːɹt ʌvðə ɡɹˈaʊnd.