text_original: —Here, on your cover, never tires The sower, reaper, thresher, while As through the seasons of our sires Each wills to work in ancient style With seedlip, sickle, share and flail, Though modes have since moved many a mile!
text_transcription: HERE ON YOUR COVER NEVER TIRES THE SOWER REAPER THRESHER WHILE AS THROUGH THE SEASONS OF OUR SIRES EACH WILLS TO WORK IN ANCIENT STYLE WITH SEED LIP SICKLE SHEAR AND FLAIL THOUGH MODES HAVE SINCE MOVED MANY A MILE
phonemes: —hˈɪɹ, ˌɔn jʊɹ kˈʌvɚ, nˈɛvɚ tˈaɪɚz ðə sˈoʊɚ, ɹˈiːpɚ, θɹˈɛʃɚ, wˌaɪl æz θɹuː ðə sˈiːzənz ʌv ˌaʊɚ sˈaɪɚz ˈiːtʃ wˈɪlz tə wˈɜːk ɪn ˈeɪntʃənt stˈaɪl wɪð sˈiːdlɪp, sˈɪkəl, ʃˈɛɹ ænd flˈeɪl, ðˌoʊ mˈoʊdz hæv sˈɪns mˈuːvd mˈɛni ɐ mˈaɪl!