text_original: _I_ do not ask for splendor To crown my daily lot, But this I ask  a kitchen Where the kettle's always hot. If things are not all ship shape, I do not fume or fret, A little clean disorder Does not my nerves upset.
text_transcription: I DO NOT ASK FOR SPLENDOUR TO CROWN MY DAILY LOT BUT THIS I ASK A KITCHEN WHERE THE CATTLE'S ALWAYS HOT IF THINGS ARE NOT ALL SHIP SHAPE I DO NOT FUME OR FRET A LITTLE CLEAN DISORDER DOES NOT MY NERVES UPSET
phonemes: aɪ duːnˌɑːt ˈæsk fɔːɹ splˈɛndɚ tə kɹˈaʊn maɪ dˈeɪli lˈɑːt, bˌʌt ðɪs aɪ ˈæsk ɐ kˈɪtʃən wˌɛɹ ðə kˈɛɾəlz ˈɔːlweɪz hˈɑːt. ɪf θˈɪŋz ɑːɹ nˌɑːt ˈɔːl ʃˈɪp ʃˈeɪp, aɪ duːnˌɑːt fjˈuːm ɔːɹ fɹˈɛt, ɐ lˈɪɾəl klˈiːn dɪsˈɔːɹdɚ dʌznˌɑːt maɪ nˈɜːvz ʌpsˈɛt.