text_original: The beggars themselves will be broke in a trice, When thus their poor farthings are sunk in their price; When nothing is left they must live on their lice. Which, &c. The squire who has got him twelve thousand a year, O Lord! what a mountain his rents would appear!
text_transcription: THE BEGGARS THEMSELVES WILL BE BROKEN A TRICE WHEN THUS THEIR POOR FARTHINGS ARE SUNK IN THEIR PRICE WHEN NOTHING IS LEFT THEY MUST LIVE ON THEIR LIGHTS WHICH NOBODY CAN DENY THE SQUIRE WHO HAS GOT HIM TWELVE THOUSAND A YEAR O LORD WHAT A MOUNTAIN HIS RENTS WOULD APPEAR
phonemes: ðə bˈɛɡɚz ðɛmsˈɛlvz wɪl biː bɹˈoʊk ɪn ɐ tɹˈaɪs, wˌɛn ðˈʌs ðɛɹ pˈʊɹ fˈɑːɹθɪŋz ɑːɹ sˈʌŋk ɪn ðɛɹ pɹˈaɪs; wˌɛn nˈʌθɪŋ ɪz lˈɛft ðeɪ mˈʌst lˈɪv ˌɔn ðɛɹ lˈaɪs. wˈɪtʃ, ænd sˈiː. ðə skwˈaɪɚ hˌuː hɐz ɡɑːt hˌɪm twˈɛlv θˈaʊzənd ɐ jˈɪɹ, ˈoʊ lˈɔːɹd! wˌʌt ɐ mˈaʊntɪn hɪz ɹˈɛnts wʊd ɐpˈɪɹ!