text_original: 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. My parents left me what I leave to you. About the place a treasure lies concealed, No matter where,  search every corner through, Nor leave a spot unturned in any field. Go, seek it from the morning till the night."
text_transcription: 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 MY PARENTS LEFT ME WHAT I LEAVE TO YOU ABOUT THE PLACE A TREASURE LIES CONCEALED NO MATTER WHERE SEARCH EVERY CORNER THROUGH NOR LEAVE A SPOT UNTURNED IN ANY FIELD GO SEEK IT FROM THE MORNING TILL THE NIGHT
phonemes: 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. maɪ pˈɛɹənts lˈɛft mˌiː wʌt aɪ lˈiːv tə juː. ɐbˌaʊt ðə plˈeɪs ɐ tɹˈɛʒɚ lˈaɪz kənsˈiːld, nˈoʊ mˈæɾɚ wˈɛɹ,  sˈɜːtʃ ˈɛvɹi kˈɔːɹnɚ θɹˈuː, nˈɔːɹ lˈiːv ɐ spˈɑːt ʌntˈɜːnd ɪn ˌɛni fˈiːld. ɡˈoʊ, sˈiːk ɪt fɹʌmðə mˈɔːɹnɪŋ tˈɪl ðə nˈaɪt."