text_original: The first thing in the morning and the last thing at night I knock on the ground with my staff, for the ground is the gate to my mother's house; and I cry, * Dear mother, let me in ! See how thin I am ! Flesh and skin and blood have withered away.
text_transcription: THE FIRST THING IN THE MORNING AND THE LAST THING AT NIGHT I KNOCK ON THE GROUND WITH MY STAFF FOR THE GROUND IS TO GATE TO MY MOTHER'S HOUSE AND I CRY DEAR MOTHER LET ME IN SEE HOW THIN I AM FLESH AND SKIN AND BLOOD HAVE WITHERED AWAY
phonemes: ðə fˈɜːst θˈɪŋ ɪnðə mˈɔːɹnɪŋ ænd ðə lˈæst θˈɪŋ æt nˈaɪt aɪ nˈɑːk ɔnðə ɡɹˈaʊnd wɪð maɪ stˈæf, fɚðə ɡɹˈaʊnd ɪz ðə ɡˈeɪt tə maɪ mˈʌðɚz hˈaʊs; ænd aɪ kɹˈaɪ, ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk dˈɪɹ mˈʌðɚ, lˈɛt mˌiː ˈɪn ! sˈiː hˌaʊ θˈɪn aɪˈæm ! flˈɛʃ ænd skˈɪn ænd blˈʌd hæv wˈɪðɚd ɐwˈeɪ.