text_original: "Silver and gold, and precious stones, and all such glittering fine things, will I none," said the farmer. "They have turned the heart and broken the neck of many a one before now, and few are they whose lives they make happy.
text_transcription: SILVER AND GOLD AND PRECIOUS STONES AND ALL SUCH GLITTERING FINE THINGS WILL I NONE SAID THE FARMER THEY HAVE TURNED THE HEART AND BROKEN THE NECK OF MANY A ONE BEFORE NOW AND FEW ARE THEY WHOSE LIVES THEY MAKE HAPPY
phonemes: "sˈɪlvɚɹ ænd ɡˈoʊld, ænd pɹˈɛʃəs stˈoʊnz, ænd ˈɔːl sˈʌtʃ ɡlˈɪɾɚɹɪŋ fˈaɪn θˈɪŋz, wɪl aɪ nˈʌn," sˈɛd ðə fˈɑːɹmɚ. "ðeɪ hæv tˈɜːnd ðə hˈɑːɹt ænd bɹˈoʊkən ðə nˈɛk ʌv mˈɛni ɐ wˈʌn bᵻfˌɔːɹ nˈaʊ, ænd fjˈuː ɑːɹ ðeɪ hˌuːz lˈaɪvz ðeɪ mˌeɪk hˈæpi.