text_original: My beloved, helpful mother, Fill my bag with good provisions, Flour and salt in great abundance, Farther must thy hero wander, He must leave his home behind him, Leave his pleasant Island dwelling, Journey from this home of ages; Men are sharpening their broadswords, Sharpening their spears and lances, For the death of Lemminkainen."
text_transcription: MY BELOVED HELPFUL MOTHER FILL MY BAG WITH GOOD PROVISIONS FLOUR AND SALT IN GREAT ABUNDANCE FATHER MUST I HEARER WANDER HE MUST LEAVE HIS HOME BEHIND HIM LEAVE HIS PLEASANT ISLAND DWELLING JOURNEY FROM THIS HOME OF AGES MEN ARE SHARPENING THEIR BROADSWORDS SHARPENING THEIR SPEARS AND LANCES FOR THE DEATH OF LEMINKINEN
phonemes: maɪ bᵻlˈʌvd, hˈɛlpfəl mˈʌðɚ, fˈɪl maɪ bˈæɡ wɪð ɡˈʊd pɹəvˈɪʒənz, flˈaʊɚɹ ænd sˈɔlt ɪn ɡɹˈeɪt ɐbˈʌndəns, fˈɑːɹðɚ mˈʌst ðˌaɪ hˈiəɹoʊ wˈɔndɚ, hiː mˈʌst lˈiːv hɪz hˈoʊm bᵻhˈaɪnd hˌɪm, lˈiːv hɪz plˈɛzənt ˈaɪlənd dwˈɛlɪŋ, dʒˈɜːni fɹʌm ðɪs hˈoʊm ʌv ˈeɪdʒᵻz; mˈɛn ɑːɹ ʃˈɑːɹpənɪŋ ðɛɹ bɹˈɔːdsɔːɹdz, ʃˈɑːɹpənɪŋ ðɛɹ spˈɪɹz ænd lˈænsᵻz, fɚðə dˈɛθ ʌv lˈɛmɪŋkˌeɪnən."