text_original: Mid upper blacks you'll want an axe, For there there's more than one tree; And gifts a few you'll carry to Umziligazi's country. And now, good bye, perhaps you'll try With crowbar, pick, and hammer, To soften down stern Fortune's frown, And if you can't, why, d    r.
text_transcription: MID UPPER BLACKS YOU'LL WANT AN AXE FOR THERE THERE'S MORE THAN ONE TREE AND GIFTS OF HUE YOU'LL CARRY TO UMZILIGAZIS COUNTRY AND NOW GOOD BYE PERHAPS YOU'LL TRY WITH CROWBAR PICK AND HAMMER TO SOFTEN DOWN STERN FORTUNE'S FROWN AND IF YOU CAN'T Y DAM
phonemes: mˈɪd ˌʌpɚ blˈæks juːl wˈɔnt ɐn ˈæks, fɔːɹ ðɛɹ ðɛɹz mˈɔːɹ ðɐn wˈʌn tɹˈiː; ænd ɡˈɪfts ɐ fjˈuː juːl kˈæɹi tʊ ˌʌmzɪlɪɡˈɑːziz kˈʌntɹi. ænd nˈaʊ, ɡˈʊd bˈaɪ, pɚhˈæps juːl tɹˈaɪ wɪð kɹˈoʊbɑːɹ, pˈɪk, ænd hˈæmɚ, tə sˈɔfən dˌaʊn stˈɜːn fˈɔːɹtʃʊnz fɹˈaʊn, ænd ɪf juː kˈænt, wˈaɪ, dˈiː ˈɑːɹ.