text_original: Never an idol  think of that   Boasted of victims half as fat. Yet all this worship brought no grace, Treasure or legacy, or luck at play; What's more, if any single storm came near the place, This man was sure to have to pay; Yet all the time the god dined well.
text_transcription: NEVER AN IDOL THINK OF THAT BOASTED OF VICTIMS HALF AS FAT YET ALL THIS WORSHIP BROUGHT NO GRACE TREASURE OR LEGACY OR LUCK AT PLAY WHAT'S MORE IF ANY SINGLE STORM CAME NEAR THE PLACE THIS MAN WAS SURE TO HAVE TO PAY YET ALL THE TIME THE GOD DINED WELL
phonemes: nˈɛvɚɹ ɐn ˈaɪdəl θˈɪŋk ʌv ðæt bˈoʊstᵻd ʌv vˈɪktɪmz hˈæf æz fˈæt. jˈɛt ˈɔːl ðɪs wˈɜːʃɪp bɹˈɔːt nˈoʊ ɡɹˈeɪs, tɹˈɛʒɚɹ ɔːɹ lˈɛɡəsi, ɔːɹ lˈʌk æt plˈeɪ; wˌʌts mˈɔːɹ, ɪf ˌɛni sˈɪŋɡəl stˈɔːɹm kˈeɪm nˌɪɹ ðə plˈeɪs, ðɪs mˈæn wʌz ʃˈʊɹ tə hæv tə pˈeɪ; jˈɛt ˈɔːl ðə tˈaɪm ðə ɡˈɑːd dˈaɪnd wˈɛl.