text_original: Still as well they fare; Their barns are teeming full; but his art bare. The next year quite a change; another way He sets the seasons, watching day by day: Still, there's some flaw  his crops are thin and poor, While loaded waggons crowd his neighbour's door.
text_transcription: STILL AS WELL THEY FARE THEIR BARNS ARE TEEMING FULL BUT HIS ART BARE THE NEXT YEAR QUITE A CHANGE ANOTHER WAY HE SETS THE SEASONS WATCHING DAY BY DAY STILL THERE'S SOME FLAW HIS CROPS ARE THIN AND POOR WHILE LOADED WAGONS CROWD HIS NEIGHBOUR'S DOOR
phonemes: stˈɪl æz wˈɛl ðeɪ fˈɛɹ; ðɛɹ bˈɑːɹnz ɑːɹ tˈiːmɪŋ fˈʊl; bˌʌt hɪz ˈɑːɹt bˈɛɹ. ðə nˈɛkst jˈɪɹ kwˈaɪt ɐ tʃˈeɪndʒ; ɐnˈʌðɚ wˈeɪ hiː sˈɛts ðə sˈiːzənz, wˈɑːtʃɪŋ dˈeɪ baɪ dˈeɪ: stˈɪl, ðɛɹz sˌʌm flˈɔː hɪz kɹˈɑːps ɑːɹ θˈɪn ænd pˈʊɹ, wˌaɪl lˈoʊdᵻd wˈæɡənz kɹˈaʊd hɪz nˈeɪbɚz dˈɔːɹ.