text_original: _ You bumpkins! who stare at your brother conveyed, Behold what respect to a cloddy is paid! And be joyful to think, when by death you 're laid low, You've a chance to the grave like a gemman to go! _Rattle his bones over the stones! He's only a pauper whom nobody owns!
text_transcription: YOU BUMPKINS YOU STARE AT YOUR BROTHER CONVEYED BEHOLD WHAT RESPECT TO A CLODY IS PAID AND BE JOYFUL TO THINK WHEN BY DEATH YOU'RE LAID LOW YOU'VE A CHANCE TO THE GRAVE LIKE A GEM TO GO RATTLE HIS BONES OVER THE STONES HE'S ONLY A PAUPER WHOM NOBODY OWNS
phonemes: juː bˈʌmpkɪnz! hˌuː stˈɛɹ æt jʊɹ bɹˈʌðɚ kənvˈeɪd, bᵻhˈoʊld wʌt ɹᵻspˈɛkt tʊ ɐ klˈɑːdi ɪz pˈeɪd! ænd biː dʒˈɔɪfəl tə θˈɪŋk, wˌɛn baɪ dˈɛθ juː ɹˌiː lˈeɪd lˈoʊ, juːv ɐ tʃˈæns tə ðə ɡɹˈeɪv lˈaɪk ɐ dʒɪmˈæn tə ɡˈoʊ! ɹˈæɾəl hɪz bˈoʊnz ˌoʊvɚ ðə stˈoʊnz! hiːz ˈoʊnli ɐ pˈɔːpɚ hˈuːm nˈoʊbɑːdi ˈoʊnz!