text_original: Work, work, with all your might and main, For labour brings the truest gain. A wealthy Labourer lay near to death; And, summoning his children round the bed, He thus addressed them, with his latest breath: "Part not with my estate when I am dead.
text_transcription: WORK WORK WITH ALL YOUR MIGHT AND MAIN FOR LABOR BRINGS THE TRUEST GAIN A WEALTHY LABORER LAY NEAR TO DEATH AND SUMMONING HIS CHILDREN ROUND THE BED HE THUS ADDRESSED THEM WITH HIS LATEST BREATH HEART NOT WITH MY ESTATE WHEN I AM DEAD
phonemes: wˈɜːk, wˈɜːk, wɪð ˈɔːl jʊɹ mˌaɪt ænd mˈeɪn, fɔːɹ lˈeɪbɚ bɹˈɪŋz ðə tɹˈuːəst ɡˈeɪn. ɐ wˈɛlθi lˈeɪbɚɹɚ lˈeɪ nˌɪɹ tə dˈɛθ; ænd, sˈʌmənɪŋ hɪz tʃˈɪldɹən ɹˈaʊnd ðə bˈɛd, hiː ðˈʌs ɐdɹˈɛst ðˌɛm, wɪð hɪz lˈeɪɾɪst bɹˈɛθ: "pˈɑːɹt nˌɑːt wɪð maɪ ᵻstˈeɪt wɛn aɪɐm dˈɛd.