text_original: "Yes," said the Woodman, "help me in my trade. Put up these faggots  then you need not stay." Death is a cure for all, say I, But do not budge from where you are; Better to suffer than to die, Is man's old motto, near and far.
text_transcription: YES SAID THE WOODMAN HELP ME IN MY TRADE PUT UP THESE FAGOTS THEN YOU NEED NOT STAY DEATH IS A CURE FOR ALL I SAY BUT DO NOT BUDGE FROM WHERE YOU ARE BETTER TO SUFFER THAN TO DIE IS MAN'S OLD MOTTO NEAR AND FAR
phonemes: "jˈɛs," sˈɛd ðə wˈʊdmən, "hˈɛlp mˌiː ɪn maɪ tɹˈeɪd. pˌʊt ˌʌp ðiːz fˈæɡəts ðˈɛn juː nˈiːd nˌɑːt stˈeɪ." dˈɛθ ɪz ɐ kjˈʊɹ fɔːɹ ˈɔːl, sˈeɪ ˈaɪ, bˌʌt duːnˌɑːt bˈʌdʒ fɹʌm wˈɛɹ juː ɑːɹ; bˈɛɾɚ tə sˈʌfɚ ðɐn tə dˈaɪ, ɪz mˈænz ˈoʊld mˈɑːɾoʊ, nˌɪɹ ænd fˈɑːɹ.