text_original: My heart is good; but assets fail, To fight with storms of snow and hail. Besides, the country's thin of people, Who seldom meet but at the steeple: The strapping dean, that's gone to Down, Ne'er named the thing without a frown, When, much fatigued with sermon study, He felt his brain grow dull and muddy; No fit companion could be found, To push the lazy bottle round: Sure then, for want of better folks To pledge, his clerk was orthodox.
text_transcription: MY HEART IS GOOD BUT ASSETS FAIL TO FIGHT WITH STORMS OF SNOW AND HAIL BESIDES THE COUNTRY'S THIN OF PEOPLE WHO SELDOM MEET BUT AT THE STEEPLE THE STRAPPING DEAN THAT'S GONE TO DOWN NEAR NAMED THE THING WITHOUT A FROWN WHEN MUCH FATIGUED WITH SERMON STUDY HE FELT HIS BRAIN GROW DULL AND MUDDY NO FIT COMPANION COULD BE FOUND TO PUSH THE LAZY BOTTLE ROUND SURE THEN FOR WANT OF BETTER FOLKS TO PLEDGE HIS CLERK WAS ORTHODOX
phonemes: maɪ hˈɑːɹt ɪz ɡˈʊd; bˌʌt ˈæsɛts fˈeɪl, tə fˈaɪt wɪð stˈɔːɹmz ʌv snˈoʊ ænd hˈeɪl. bᵻsˈaɪdz, ðə kˈʌntɹiz θˈɪn ʌv pˈiːpəl, hˌuː sˈɛldəm mˈiːt bˌʌt æt ðə stˈiːpəl: ðə stɹˈæpɪŋ dˈiːn, ðæts ɡɔn tə dˈaʊn, nˈɛɹ nˈeɪmd ðə θˈɪŋ wɪðˌaʊt ɐ fɹˈaʊn, wˌɛn, mˈʌtʃ fɐtˈiːɡd wɪð sˈɜːmən stˈʌdi, hiː fˈɛlt hɪz bɹˈeɪn ɡɹˈoʊ dˈʌl ænd mˈʌdi; nˈoʊ fˈɪt kəmpˈæniən kʊd biː fˈaʊnd, tə pˈʊʃ ðə lˈeɪzi bˈɑːɾəl ɹˈaʊnd: ʃˈʊɹ ðˈɛn, fɔːɹ wˈɔnt ʌv bˈɛɾɚ fˈoʊks tə plˈɛdʒ, hɪz klˈɜːk wʌz ˈɔːɹθədˌɑːks.