text_original: So home he goes and thumps down his book, Makes his wife and his children begin for to look; Confound all the houses, they all shall be sold, And the old bricks and mortar I'll turn into gold.
text_transcription: SO HOME HE GOES AND BUMPS DOWN HIS BOOK MAKES HIS WIFE AND HIS CHILDREN BEGIN FOR TO LOOK CONFOUND ALL THE HOUSES THEY ALL SHALL BE SOLD AND THE OLD BRICKS AND MORTAR I'LL TURN INTO GOLD
phonemes: sˌoʊ hˈoʊm hiː ɡoʊz ænd θˈʌmps dˌaʊn hɪz bˈʊk, mˌeɪks hɪz wˈaɪf ænd hɪz tʃˈɪldɹən bɪɡˈɪn fɔːɹ tə lˈʊk; kənfˈaʊnd ˈɔːl ðə hˈaʊzᵻz, ðeɪ ˈɔːl ʃˌæl biː sˈoʊld, ænd ðɪ ˈoʊld bɹˈɪks ænd mˈɔːɹɾɚɹ aɪl tˈɜːn ˌɪntʊ ɡˈoʊld.