text_original: * * * * * It's natchurl enugh, I guess, When some gits more and some gits less, Fer them uns on the slimmest side To claim it ain't a fare divide; And I've knowed some to lay and wait, And git up soon, and set up late, To ketch some feller they could hate For goin' at a faster gait.
text_transcription: IT'S NATURAL ENOUGH I GUESS WHEN SOME GETS MORE AN SOME GETS LESS FOR THEM UNS ON THE SLIMMIC SIDE TO CLAIM IT AIN'T A FAIR DIVIDE AND I'VE KNOWED SOME TO LAY IN WAIT AN GET UP SOON AN SET UP LATE TO KETCH SOME FELLER THEY COULD HATE FOR GOIN AT A FASTER GAIT
phonemes: ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk ɪts nˈætʃɜːl ɪnˈʌɡ, aɪ ɡˈɛs, wˌɛn sˌʌm ɡˈɪts mˈɔːɹ ænd sˌʌm ɡˈɪts lˈɛs, fˈɜː ðˌɛm ˈʌnz ɔnðə slˈɪmɪst sˈaɪd tə klˈeɪm ɪɾ ˈeɪnt ɐ fˈɛɹ dᵻvˈaɪd; ænd aɪv nˈoʊd sˌʌm tə lˈeɪ ænd wˈeɪt, ænd ɡˈɪt ˌʌp sˈuːn, ænd sˈɛt ˌʌp lˈeɪt, tə kˈɛtʃ sˌʌm fˈɛlɚ ðeɪ kʊd hˈeɪt fɔːɹ ɡˌoʊɪn æɾə fˈæstɚ ɡˈeɪt.