text_original: The guest replied  "My friend, your leave I must a little longer crave; Stay till my tender cubs can find Their way  for now, you see, they're blind; But, when we've gather'd strength, I swear, We'll to our barn again repair."
text_transcription: THE GUEST REPLIED MY FRIEND YOUR LAVE I MUST A LITTLE LONGER CRAVE STAY TILL MY TENDER CUBS CAN FIND THEIR WAY FOR NOW YOU SEE THEY'RE BLIND BUT WHEN WE'VE GATHERED STRENGTH I SWEAR WILL TO OUR BARN AGAIN REPAIR
phonemes: ðə ɡˈɛst ɹᵻplˈaɪd  "maɪ fɹˈɛnd, jʊɹ lˈiːv aɪ mˈʌst ɐ lˈɪɾəl lˈɔŋɡɚ kɹˈeɪv; stˈeɪ tˈɪl maɪ tˈɛndɚ kˈʌbz kæn fˈaɪnd ðɛɹ wˈeɪ fɔːɹ nˈaʊ, juː sˈiː, ðeɪɚ blˈaɪnd; bˌʌt, wˌɛn wiːv ɡˈæðɚd stɹˈɛŋθ, aɪ swˈɛɹ, wiːl tʊ ˌaʊɚ bˈɑːɹn ɐɡˈɛn ɹᵻpˈɛɹ."