text_original: But when she thought her pains were done, And now 'twas high time to be gone, In civil terms, "My friend," said she, "My house you've had on courtesy; And now I earnestly desire, That you would with your cubs retire; For, should you stay but one week longer, I shall be starved with cold and hunger."
text_transcription: BUT WHEN SHE THOUGHT HER PAINS WERE DONE AND NOW TWAS HIGH TIME TO BE GONE IN CIVIL TERMS MY FRIEND SAID SHE MY HOUSE YOU'VE HAD ON COURTESY AND NOW I EARNESTLY DESIRE THAT YOU WOULD WITH YOUR CUBS RETIRE FOR SHOULD YOU STAY BUT ONE WEEK LONGER I SHALL BE STARVED WITH COLD AND HUNGER
phonemes: bˌʌt wɛn ʃiː θˈɔːt hɜː pˈeɪnz wɜː dˈʌn, ænd nˈaʊ twˈɑːz hˈaɪ tˈaɪm təbi ɡˈɔn, ɪn sˈɪvəl tˈɜːmz, "maɪ fɹˈɛnd," sˈɛd ʃiː, "maɪ hˈaʊs juːvhˌæd ˌɔn kˈɜːɾəsi; ænd nˈaʊ aɪ ˈɜːnɪstli dɪzˈaɪɚ, ðæt juː wʊd wɪð jʊɹ kˈʌbz ɹᵻtˈaɪɚ; fɔːɹ, ʃˌʊd juː stˈeɪ bˌʌt wˈʌn wˈiːk lˈɔŋɡɚ, aɪʃˌɐl biː stˈɑːɹvd wɪð kˈoʊld ænd hˈʌŋɡɚ."