text_original: "Whatever the Lord means me to do, I'll strive to do it willingly," said the farmer, bravely. "Oftentimes I'm mighty vexed with myself for clinging so hard to these old bricks and mortar, and those few fields yonder.
text_transcription: WHATEVER THE LORD MEANS ME TO DO I'LL STRIVE TO DO IT WILLINGLY SAID THE FARMER BRAVELY OFTENTIMES I'M MIGHTY VEXED WITH MYSELF FOR CLINGING SO HARD TO THESE OLD BRICKS AND MORTAR AND THOSE FEW FIELDS YONDER
phonemes: "wʌtˈɛvɚ ðə lˈɔːɹd mˈiːnz mˌiː tə dˈuː, aɪl stɹˈaɪv tə dˈuː ɪt wˈɪlɪŋli," sˈɛd ðə fˈɑːɹmɚ, bɹˈeɪvli. "ˈɔfəntˌaɪmz aɪm mˈaɪɾi vˈɛkst wɪð maɪsˈɛlf fɔːɹ klˈɪŋɪŋ sˌoʊ hˈɑːɹd tə ðiːz ˈoʊld bɹˈɪks ænd mˈɔːɹɾɚ, ænd ðoʊz fjˈuː fˈiːldz jˈɑːndɚ.