text_original: My uncle dost not weigh his words with care, For once he told me that I wast a shirk; But I wouldst rather breathe the country air Than be a shut in office boy or clerk; For I found out whilst visitin out there That I like farmin , but I hate farm work.
text_transcription: MY UNCLE DOES NOT WEIGH HIS WORDS WITH CARE FOR ONCE HE TOLD ME THAT I WAS THE SHIRK BUT I WOULD STRATA BREATHE THE COUNTRY AIR THAN BE A SHUT IN OFFICE BOY OR CLERK FOR I FOUND OUT WHILST VISITING OUT THERE THAT I LIKE FARMING BUT I HATE FARM WORK
phonemes: maɪ ˈʌŋkəl dˈɑːst nˌɑːt wˈeɪ hɪz wˈɜːdz wɪð kˈɛɹ, fɔːɹ wˈʌns hiː tˈoʊld mˌiː ðæt aɪ wɑːst ɐ ʃˈɜːk; bˌʌt aɪ wʊdst ɹˈæðɚ bɹˈiːð ðə kˈʌntɹi ˈɛɹ ðɐn biː ɐ ʃˈʌt ɪn ˈɑːfɪs bˈɔɪ ɔːɹ klˈɜːk; fɔːɹ aɪ fˈaʊnd ˈaʊt wˌaɪlst vˈɪzɪtˌɪn ˈaʊt ðɛɹ ðæt aɪ lˈaɪk fˈɑːɹmɪn , bˌʌt aɪ hˈeɪt fˈɑːɹm wˈɜːk.