text_original: "The wheat is ripe," he said, "so run, And bring our friends at peep of day, Each with his sickle sharp and ready." The Lark returns: alarm already [Illustration: THE LARK AND HER LITTLE ONES.] Had seized the covey. One commences   "He said himself, at early morn, His friends he'd call to reap the corn."
text_transcription: THE WHEAT IS RIPE HE SAID SO RUN AND BRING OUR FRIENDS AT PEEP OF DAY EACH WITH HIS SICKLE SHARP AND READY THE LARK RETURNS ALARM ALREADY HAD SEIZED THE COVEY ONE COMMENCES HE SET HIMSELF AT EARLY MORN HIS FRIENDS HE CALLED TO REAP THE CORN
phonemes: "ðə wˈiːt ɪz ɹˈaɪp," hiː sˈɛd, "sˌoʊ ɹˈʌn, ænd bɹˈɪŋ ˌaʊɚ fɹˈɛndz æt pˈiːp ʌv dˈeɪ, ˈiːtʃ wɪð hɪz sˈɪkəl ʃˈɑːɹp ænd ɹˈɛdi." ðə lˈɑːɹk ɹᵻtˈɜːnz: ɐlˈɑːɹm ɔːlɹˈɛdi [ˌɪləstɹˈeɪʃən: ðə lˈɑːɹk ænd hɜː lˈɪɾəl wˌʌnz.] hæd sˈiːzd ðə kˈoʊvi. wˈʌn kəmˈɛnsᵻz   "hiː sˈɛd hɪmsˈɛlf, æɾ ˈɜːli mˈɔːɹn, hɪz fɹˈɛndz hiːd kˈɔːl tə ɹˈiːp ðə kˈɔːɹn."