text_original: Most think what has been heap'd on you To other sort of folk was due: Rewards too great for your flim flams, Epistles, riddles, epigrams. Though now your depth must not be sounded, The time was, when you'd have compounded For less than Charley Grattan's school! Five hundred pound a year's no fool!
text_transcription: MOST THINK WHAT HAS BEEN HEAPED ON YOU TO OTHER SORT OF FOLK WAS DUE REWARDS TOO GREAT FOR YOUR FLIM FLAMS EPISTLES RIDDLE'S EPIGRAMS THOUGH NOW YOUR DEPTH MUST NOT BE SOUNDED THE TIME WAS WHEN YOU'D HAVE COMPOUNDED FOR LESS THAN CHARLEY GRAT IN SCHOOL FIVE HUNDRED POUND A YEAR'S NO FOOL
phonemes: mˈoʊst θˈɪŋk wʌt hˈæzbiːn hˈiːpd ˌɔn juː tʊ ˈʌðɚ sˈɔːɹt ʌv fˈoʊk wʌz dˈuː: ɹᵻwˈɔːɹdz tˈuː ɡɹˈeɪt fɔːɹ jʊɹ flˈɪm flˈæmz, ᵻpˈɪsəlz, ɹˈɪdəlz, ˈɛpɪɡɹˌæmz. ðˌoʊ nˈaʊ jʊɹ dˈɛpθ mˈʌst nˌɑːt biː sˈaʊndᵻd, ðə tˈaɪm wʌz, wˌɛn juːd hæv kɑːmpˈaʊndᵻd fɔːɹ lˈɛs ðɐn tʃˈɑːɹli ɡɹˈæʔn̩z skˈuːl! fˈaɪv hˈʌndɹɪd pˈaʊnd ɐ jˈɪɹz nˈoʊ fˈuːl!